Jing Tong hugged his arm and snorted, " "When I don't eat, all of you look so sad. When I eat, all of you look so relieved. In fact, this is also a kind of pressure for me. If I wasn't pregnant and happened to have no appetite, would you be so nervous if I didn't eat properly for a few days?"
Jiang Yu was slightly stunned, then his eyebrows relaxed. "You don't want me to see you as a pregnant woman?"
I'm a pregnant woman. You can't not treat me like one. But even if you're pregnant, you don't have to be so nervous. Sometimes, your behavior makes me feel like I'm a terminally ill patient, Yingluo, " Jing Tong said unhappily.
The word "terminal illness" made Jiang Yu furrow his eyebrows."You're talking nonsense again."
