"Ah!" Mo Xiaohuan exclaimed, holding his neck with both hands and staring at her: "What are you doing?"
"You'll know when you see it." As soon as Yu Beiming finished speaking, he tapped his foot lightly and flew up with Mo Xiaohuan in his arms!
Mo Xiaohuan was so frightened that she buried her head in his chest. Her head was also a little dizzy because of the sudden flying, and her stomach began to churn.
Yu Beiming lowered his eyes and saw that she lowered her head, closed her eyes, and her face was not very pretty. He knew that she must have wanted to vomit again, so he accelerated his flight speed.
Even though the scenery of the whole palace was beautiful when flying up, Mo Xiaohuan was not in the mood to appreciate it at all now. She was so sad that she almost died!
Not long after, Yu Beiming landed on the second floor of the attic with Mo Xiaohuan in his arms, and then put her down. Mo Xiaonan couldn't help but vomited.
Yu Beiming quickly pulled her to the spittoon. Seeing her painful expression, his heart couldn't help but twitch.
Mo Xiaohuan vomited out everything she had eaten before she felt better. People said that after three months, the reaction would not be so strong, but hers was still the same, and it was torturing her to death!
Yu Beiming helped her up, then put her on the couch and laid her down to let her rest. But maybe it was the cold, Mo Xiaohuan's hands and feet were cold.
Yu Beiming touched her hand and it was very cold. He looked around and saw that there was ventilation on all sides. Even if he turned on the stove, it might not be warm, so he slept behind her and used it as a stove to keep her warm.
Mo Xiaohuan saw him falling asleep and asked, "Do you have anything to do?" Normally at this time, he would have disappeared.
"You can put it aside for now," he said lowly above her head.
Mo Xiaohuan leaned against his chest, and Yu Beiming's hands crossed her body and hugged her waist.
Mo Xiaohuan didn't speak anymore, and quietly kept her eyes on the front, letting the heater behind her warm her cold body.
Five days left...the month has passed
Mo Xiaohuan's heart was full of mixed feelings, her beautiful eyes turned cold, and then she regained her composure.
Yu Beiming suddenly let out a long sigh, and the breath swept over her head and straight to her smooth forehead, as if he was helpless to her, as if he had not given up on her stubbornness, and more as if he was prepared for what she would face five days later.
sigh
Gradually, Mo Xiaohuan closed her eyes due to fatigue
Yu Beiming got up gently at this time and glanced at Mo Xiaohuan who had closed her eyes. He reached out and caressed her pale face, and then picked her up with both hands.
side hall
Yu Beiming was sitting in the side hall, drinking with Liu Fufeng. Both of them looked worried.
Liu Fufeng glanced at him and whispered: "What, is something wrong?" Otherwise, why would he drink so much?
Yu Beiming said nothing and continued to pour the wine to drink.
Liu Fufeng saw that he continued to drink without saying a word, so he grabbed the wine bottle in his hand: "Stop drinking, you will get drunk if you drink any more. If the princess saw it, wouldn't she..."
"She won't worry!" Yu Beiming snatched it back with one hand and poured it into his mouth.
"What's going on with you guys? Didn't you say you were getting along well this month?" Liu Fufeng frowned slightly and asked.
"She refused to tell me the truth," Yu Beiming suddenly said, taking a sip of wine and looking at Liu Fufeng.
Liu Fufeng couldn't help but feel pinched in his heart, and asked him cautiously: "What's the truth?"
"Fufeng, tell me, are the flesh and blood she is carrying mine?" Yu Beiming asked him, staring at him intently.