She sniffed, feeling apologetic.
Only now did she realize that she had never made any attempts of curbing her temper before Lu Yi; you can only behave this way before someone you are extremely close to.
Only those that care about you the most would tolerate all your tantrums, faults, and mistakes. In their eyes, all your actions are forgivable. Her mother was one of them; Lu Yi was another.
Lu Yi's eyes opened at the noise. He sat up.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Worried that she might be ill, he felt her forehead. She had two babies inside her, and the burden of three people sharing one body was something Lu Yi could never understand.
"No," Yan Huan shook her head. Her stomach growled.
She was hungry.
Lu Yi heard it too.
"You're hungry?" he asked, incredulous. Despite having eaten a lot in the day and night, with snacks to top it off, she was hungry again. Lu Yi checked his watch.
