At that thought, Zhixi suddenly froze.
She silently calculated her menstrual cycle in her heart and felt that this possibility had increased significantly.
"Mom, what do you say?" Seeing her not speaking for a long time, Xiaobao urged her.
"...not much," Zhixi suddenly returned to her senses and poked the little one's forehead, "Drink up your milk."
He stuck out his tongue and finally stopped clamoring for a "younger sister," clutching his cup and gulping down the milk.
Zhixi watched her son's small figure, suddenly unsure whether to feel happy and excited or to resist in panic.
However, it was just her suspicion after all, better not to think too much about it.
But, looking at the breakfast on the table, she still had no appetite, and ended up just eating a few sour cucumbers.
Pei Yuanchen raised his eyebrows at her.
*****
Elsewhere, Ning Yichen got out of the car and walked towards the villa.
"Sir," a servant approached him respectfully, "Miss Qixi is already awake."
