Zhan Qipei quickly moved a stool, sat down next to Qiao Jing, and watched her with a worried look.
"I'm much better now, I'm fine."
Zhan Qipei gazed at Qiao Jing's belly for a while before speaking again.
"Are you hungry? I can have someone cook a bowl of porridge for you."
Qiao Jing shook her head.
"No need to trouble yourself, I'm not hungry."
She had already eaten plenty with Ni Yue earlier that evening, so it was unlikely that she would be hungry at this time, and she didn't have the habit of eating late-night snacks.
Zhan Qipei's caressing motion on her hand didn't stop as if it could relieve Qiao Jing's discomfort.
"Will they kick you?"
Qiao Jing was amused by the question and a faint smile appeared on her face.
"Right now they can't kick at all. Are you asking this because you want to share my pain?"
She had spoken the second half of the sentence in jest, not expecting Zhan Qipei to take it seriously.
