Despite the faint voice, Yun Mo heard it clearly.
He put down the bread in his hand, took a sigh, and looked over, "Who said all I cared about was the pleasure of the moment."
Qiao Xiaon'an suddenly lost her appetite for breakfast. With a pout, she asked, "What about the morning-after pill you were supposed to buy?"
Yun Mo rose from his chair, sat down next to her, and said, "I checked this morning; that medication is not good for the body."
"But if I get pregnant, having an abortion is worse for the body."
"Maybe you won't get pregnant."
"What if I do—and we were drinking, the baby will definitely not be healthy, and I would have to have an abortion."
"..." Yun Mo was left speechless for a moment.
Ah!
It seems Qiaoqiao was right.
Yesterday evening, he merely cared about his own pleasure.
Now, it was already too late for regrets.
But when comparing the harm of the morning-after pill to an abortion, he felt the former was less harmful.
