Di Yating looked at Ou Ya pitifully, with an expression on his face that he was willing to be beaten and scolded, and worked hard without complaining.
"...You don't have to do this, I can take care of myself." Ou Ya whispered softly.
He was not taking care of her at all. He almost treated her as a cripple. She even had to be fed. It would be so embarrassing if word spread...
"..."
Di Yating looked at Ou Ya who insisted on taking away the porridge bowl from his hand, and was not discouraged. He propped his chin with one hand and sat at the table watching her drink porridge.
"Don't you want to eat something?" Ouya endured the nausea and reluctantly took two sips. Seeing Di Yating staring at her, she blinked.
The reaction in the early stages of pregnancy was relatively severe. Ouya felt hungry and had no appetite.
Seeing Di Yating looking at her eagerly, she didn't even know how to get the porridge to her mouth...
"Feed me!" As soon as Di Yating heard her words, he immediately opened his mouth and said ruthlessly.
"..." Ou Ya frowned and glared at him.
He glanced at the porridge he had eaten again and said, "This is my porridge bowl."
"I don't mind it."
"But I despise you."
"..."
Di Yating's handsome face froze and he was stunned. He stretched out his head, took the porridge that Ou Ya had just scooped up into his mouth, and swallowed it straight.
He spread his hands and said, "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about it now!"
"..." Ou Ya looked at the spoon she still held in her hand, blinked, and put it into the bowl, "I'm full."
"Yaya!" Di Yating saw her standing up and nervously stretched out his hand to hold her wrist, "Are you angry?"
"No."
"It's obviously there."
"I didn't!" Ou Ya turned to look at him and pulled back her hand uncomfortably, "Dia Ting, you don't have to do this, I'm not used to it..."
He had always been domineering and arrogant, but suddenly she felt flattered by his low eyebrows.
Apart from being flattered, I also felt uncomfortable all over.
She knew he cared about the child, and she cared about it too, but when he suddenly became like this for the sake of the child, she felt more awkward.
Do two people really have to keep accommodating each other for the sake of their children?
"You're not angry, why don't you eat? If you dislike me, I'll ask the kitchen to make another one. You're pregnant with a child now, so you can't be hungry." Di Yating nervously pulled Ou Ya back to the table.
"..." Ou Ya raised her head and took a serious look at him, her eyes dimmed, and she sat back down again.
He reached out to pull the porridge bowl and said in a low voice, "No need to change it."
She didn't dislike him in the first place, she really had no appetite for him.
But looking into his deep eyes, Ou Ya felt that no matter how much she said, he would never believe her.
In the end, I'm afraid he will really think that she just dislikes him and is making excuses.
It’s just a bowl of porridge, and you’ll be fine if you drink it.
Ou Ya picked up the porridge bowl and sipped the porridge in small sips. It took a long time to drink up all the porridge in the bowl.
As soon as I put the bowl on the table, I was about to say that I was full, but a wave of nausea surged into my chest. I covered my mouth and rushed into the bathroom.
"vomit--"
I vomited everything I just ate in one breath.
Holding the toilet and vomiting, my face turned blue and I almost couldn't straighten my back.
"Yaya..." Di Yating followed her, looking at Ou Ya who was squatting in front of the toilet with distress, his eyebrows tightly knitted.
It took a while before she realized what she was doing, and rushed forward to pick her up, strode back to the room, and gently put her on the bed. Then she turned back to the bathroom, twisted out a handful of hot towels, and came out.
