The two descended the mountain and slowly walked home along the dirt road.
However, before they even got home, Feng Ye was already feeling the effects of the alcohol.
He suddenly vomited loudly on the road, bending over.
He vomited up everything he had eaten at the banquet.
When Ye Qingling saw him vomit, she also felt like vomiting.
However, she held back.
They weren't the only two on the road; there were quite a few other people there as well.
She doesn't drink alcohol at all, and almost everyone in the village knows that.
Suppressing her nausea, she gently patted Feng Ye's back and complained, "If you can't drink, then drink less. Look, you've gotten yourself drunk again."
After vomiting, Feng Ye felt much better.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and forced a smile, saying, "When people offer me a toast, I can't just refuse, can I? I have to toast them back, and before long, I ended up drinking a bit more."
"You said you'd take me home, but now it seems like I'm the one taking you home."
As she spoke, Ye Qingling reached out to help him up.
"I don't need your help."
Feng Ye pushed her hand away, straightened up, and continued walking forward.
Although he walks very unsteadily, he is certainly not at the point where he needs help.
Ye Qingling didn't insist on helping him up; she simply followed silently behind him, ready to offer assistance at any time.
It wasn't until they reached the dock that Feng Ye's legs started to give way, and he began to stagger.
This time, when Ye Qingling offered him help, he didn't refuse and put his hand on her shoulder.
Back home, Feng Ye didn't think about anything and immediately lay down on the bed.
His mind was clear, but he was completely weak and didn't even have the strength to speak.
At that moment, all he wanted was to fall asleep as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.
The more I think about it, the less I can sleep.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally drifted off to sleep.
While I was sleeping, I suddenly heard the sound of retching.
At first, he thought he was dreaming, but he quickly realized he wasn't.
When she opened her eyes, she saw that the lights in the room were on, and Ye Qingling was lying on the edge of the bed, dry heaving.
"What's wrong with you? Did you catch a cold?"
"No."
"So what's causing your vomiting now?"
Ye Qingling rolled her eyes: "Isn't this all your doing?"
"What does this have to do with me?"
Feng Ye was dumbfounded and looked at her, asking in return.
Ye Qingling's eyes widened: "Are you really unaware, or are you pretending not to know?"
"I really don't know. I didn't throw up, so how would I know if you're feeling unwell?"
Feng Ye rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache from the hangover.
Then she sat up and gently patted his back: "Shall I get you a glass of water?"
"Yes, I want it warm."
"good."
She went to the living room, poured a glass of warm water, and after drinking a few sips, Ye Qingling felt much better.
Feng Ye looked at Ye Qingling lying on the bed and frowned, asking, "What's wrong with you? Should I go get some medicine from Dr. Hu?"
"You're still taking medicine? Don't you even know what time it is? Besides, I'm really fine."
"ah?"
Feng Ye glanced at his watch and realized it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
In other words, he slept for seven or eight hours.
"Shall we go see Dr. Hu again tomorrow?"
Ye Qingling was almost amused by his blockheadedness.
She said she was fine, but he still insisted on seeing a doctor.
Suddenly, a nameless anger surged within him: "Go see, go see Dr. Hu yourself."
Feng Ye was completely dumbfounded.
Why is she so angry?
Women are so fickle.
The speed at which they change their expressions is faster than turning the pages of a book.
She didn't catch a cold, nor did she eat anything bad, so what's causing her vomiting?
He even claimed it was his own doing...
Feng Ye pondered the reason for Ye Qingling's vomiting, but couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.
It wasn't until he saw Ye Qingling gently stroking her stomach that a flash of inspiration struck him.
He stared wide-eyed in surprise and exclaimed, "You're pregnant?"
"Um."
Ye Qingling nodded slightly.
"mine?"
Feng Ye blurted out a sentence that sounded very much like a scumbag.
Upon hearing this, Ye Qingling immediately became unhappy, her almond-shaped eyes glaring angrily: "Are you suspecting me of cheating on you?"
"No, that's not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean by that?"
Feng Ye quickly explained, "I was just too happy, my mind went blank for a moment, and I didn't react immediately."
He paced back and forth in the room excitedly.
He certainly wouldn't doubt Ye Qingling.
He was a jerk in his past life, but she never abandoned him.
How could I possibly do anything to betray him in this lifetime?
He stopped and walked to Ye Qingling's side, gently taking her hand, his eyes filled with apology and deep affection.
"I'm sorry, what I said was too rash."
Seeing his helpless expression, Ye Qingling's displeasure gradually dissipated, replaced by a gentle smile.
"Fine, I'll forgive you this time."
Are you sure you're really pregnant?
"She must be pregnant. My period hasn't come this month."
"So, does that mean I was pregnant before I went to the Sea Continent?"
Pregnancy symptoms in women usually begin around the 6th week of pregnancy, and morning sickness is one of the most common pregnancy symptoms.
Feng Ye's trip to Haizhongzhou to catch small yellow croaker lasted a little over a month, less than 40 days, which just matches the timeline.
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