The uncontrollable sound of retching drew everyone's gaze toward her.
"Xinxin, what's wrong?"
Yan Chenxi leaned forward with concern and asked.
Mo Chuxi's brows furrowed as well.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Yan Xinxin slowly released her small hand, her expression blank and her face stiff.
"Yan Xinxin, are you… pregnant?"
The quiet atmosphere of the restaurant was shattered by Lin Yuan'ai's question.
Yan Xinxin froze in shock.
It had been more than half a month since that unexpected night with Mo Chuxi. During those days, she had been dazed, barely remembering to take the post-incident medication.
Could it be that she had conceived from just that one time?
No, it wasn't just once that night…
"I think—I think it's just an upset stomach. I'm not pregnant..."
Yan Xinxin denied it, but her tone lacked conviction.
Lin Yuan'ai glanced at Yan Xinxin and then turned to see Mo Chuxi's gaze fixated entirely on her. Lin's face slightly darkened.
