Another gust of cool morning wind hit Qiao Xiaon'an.
Despite the coolness of the wind, she couldn't help but shiver, pulling her shawl closer to her. Her left hand rested on her stomach, rubbing the slight pain there with a furrowed eyebrow.
Every time she muttered Amo's name in her heart, the subtle pain in her lower abdomen seemed to intensify.
Her fingers gently massaged her lower abdomen, attempting to comfort the unborn child inside her.
Just like when Yun Mo held her tight when she was afraid, tenderly massaging and soothing her.
But the little one in her belly seemed not as easy to mollify as she was.
It continued to raise protests of discomfort.
That made her furrow her brow even more.
Dean Liu: "Miss, do you want us to take you to the gynecologist?"
"No!" She shook her head, biting her lip, "If we're pretending, then we need to be convincing. From now on, don't be too warm towards me and the lady. We don't want to tip her off."
