"Yanyan, what's wrong?" Su Xiyin held her nervously. "Did you eat something wrong?"
Song Yiyan shook her head, pushed her away, and rushed to the bathroom. She leaned against the sink and started retching.
Her stomach was empty, and all she vomited was water.
She did not eat much in the morning and only drank a glass of milk. The skirt she wore was too thin at the waist, as she was afraid that she would not look good after eating too much.
Su Xiyin followed her with a bottle of water. Seeing her vomit, her eyes were filled with worry and joy.
Could it be that she had a child?!
Song Yiyan vomited for a long time before wiping her mouth. Her face was pale and she looked weak.
"Yanyan." Su Xiyin wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and tucked her messy hair behind her ear. "Are you pregnant?"
