An'an pressed her hands over her chest, and frowned uncomfortably.
"An'an, what's wrong?" Tang Mo'er quickly asked her. "Are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine…"
An'an left her seat and ran over to one side. She bent over and retched twice.
Upstairs, Lu Yan was still standing on the balcony. His gaze had always been following An'an. Looking at An'an retch, he frowned and took his hands out of his pockets, grabbing the railings.
"An'an." Tang Mo'er ran over and looked suspiciously at An'an. "An'an, you were feeling well just now. Why are you retching now? Don't tell me you're… pregnant?"
Pregnant?
These two words he could read on their lips[a] seemed to reverberate in Lu Yan's ears. She was pregnant?
She was pregnant with his child?
They had been together for the past few days, and he hadn't used protection that night. If she was really pregnant…
