Nangong Yu was aloof, and Song Yuli wasn't a talkative person either.
Especially since she wasn't particularly familiar with Nangong Yu, even though they were sitting together watching TV, and even though a particularly funny skit was playing on TV, Song Yuli still felt that the atmosphere between her and Nangong Yu was somewhat awkwardly sweet.
"Gurgle gurgle—"
At this moment, a strange sound came from Song Yuli's stomach.
Song Yuli's face instantly turned red. She awkwardly reached out and rubbed her stomach, then secretly glanced at Nangong Yu out of the corner of her eye. She saw him frowning slightly and looking at her with a puzzled expression. Song Yuli felt her face turn even redder.
Seeing Song Yuli clutching her stomach and remaining silent for a long time, Nangong Yu assumed she had a stomachache and his heart immediately panicked.
"What's wrong with you? Should you go to the hospital for a checkup?"
He then stood up, preparing to take Song Yu to the hospital for a thorough check-up.
Upon hearing this, Song Yuli blushed, shook her head, lowered her head, and said sullenly, "I'm fine."
As soon as she finished speaking, her stomach rumbled again. She tightened her grip on her stomach, biting her lip, too embarrassed to even glance at Nangong Yu.
Hearing Song Yuli say this, Nangong Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart, which had been pounding, finally settled down.
It's good that you're alright.
Thinking of this, Nangong Yu looked at Song Yuli and, for the first time in his life, used the gentlest voice he had ever used to say, "Are you tired? Do you want to go back to your room and rest?"
Looking at Nangong Yu's cautious demeanor, Song Yu felt somewhat dazed and uncomfortable.
If she weren't pregnant, would he not have treated him like this?
If only he could always treat me so gently.
Thinking of this, she tugged at the corners of her mouth, smiled slightly at Nangong Yu, and then shook her head: "I'm not tired, I'm just a little hungry."
After saying that, he scratched his head sheepishly.
After Nangong Yu left in the morning, she was alone at home.
She was bored by herself, so she disturbed the room. Then she felt a little tired, so she went back to her room and took a nap. As a result, she slept until after 4 p.m. and didn't eat lunch.
Perhaps due to her pregnancy, Song Yu felt lethargic. Seeing that it was getting late, she decided to wait for her uncle and the others to come back so they could have dinner together. Therefore, she only ate an apple to fill her stomach.
In general, apart from a bowl of porridge in the morning and an apple when he woke up, Song Yuli didn't eat anything else all day.
After hearing this, Nangong Yu walked into the kitchen without saying a word, opened the refrigerator, and had an idea in mind.
Do you eat Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste)?
Song Yu blinked after hearing this, then went to the kitchen and saw Nangong Yu picking out ingredients. She was a little surprised: "You can cook?"
In her opinion, Nangong Yu was the kind of person who was waited on hand and foot. She never imagined that the noble, elegant, abstinent, and high-quality Nangong Yu would actually deal with the kitchen.
Seeing that Song Yuli was questioning him, Nangong Yu glanced at her lightly, then picked up the ingredients and walked to the sink without saying a word.
Feeling embarrassed by the glance, Song Yuli touched his nose, then brazenly followed and stood a meter away from Nangong Yu, watching.
Her large, well-defined hands methodically washed the various ingredients. At first, Song Yuli watched intently, but later, she gradually began to have ulterior motives.
That night, Nangong Yu used those long, slender hands to caress her entire body.
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