The next morning, when Pei Ge woke up, she did not skip to the washroom to wash up as per usual. Instead, she caressed her tummy and carefully got up from the bed.
Next, she, again, carefully wore her slippers and walked slowly to the washroom to wash up. By the time she finished all these in slow motion, it was already much later than the time she would usually have her breakfast.
Luckily, Pei Ge had risen earlier. Thus, even if she was later than usual, she still had the time to eat breakfast.
"Ge Ge, why do you keep touching your tummy with your hand? Do you have a stomach ache?" Zhang Manhua asked perplexedly when she saw her daughter placing her left hand on her belly the whole duration of their breakfast.
Pei Ge guiltily put her hand down and nodded her head, replying softly, "A little."
