Gu Yu glanced at him and remained silent.
Seeing that he had made things awkward for himself, the middle-aged man sheepishly touched his nose and then whispered, "Well, you young couple keep talking, keep talking. I'm going to take a nap, just pretend I'm not here…"
After saying that, he turned over, facing inward, and pulled a thin quilt from the bunk over his stomach, and kept quiet.
Gu Yu looked at him and then turned to look at Tang Yuran sitting next to him, speaking softly, "Why aren't you eating the apple?"
"I... my stomach hurts…" Tang Yuran held the apple that Gu Yu had handed her, her face blushing as she spoke softly.
"Stomach hurts??" Gu Yu looked at her and arched an eyebrow, "Is the baby okay??"
"Pfft..." Tang Yuran instantly flushed red and gave him a look, "What are you babbling about?"
