Di Mingjue couldn't help but hold his forehead with one hand and laughed, "Can't you be serious for a moment, you silly gourd?"
Gu Qibao also burst into laughter. She loved these days of teasing and fun with Di Mingjue—the two of them holed up at home, doing nothing, and they could be silly all day.
"Are you hungry?" Di Mingjue asked softly.
"Not really." Gu Qibao shook her head.
Di Mingjue furrowed his brows—it was almost eight o'clock and she still wasn't hungry!
"That won't do," Di Mingjue said anxiously, "How can the baby develop well without eating? Come on, let's eat something. I'll keep you company."
"Okay then." Gu Qibao hopped up. She knew she had to eat, especially since she was carrying a baby.
When they went downstairs to eat, Gu Qibao couldn't have anticipated that the mere sight of greasy food would make her frown and feel like retching.
