It was not until the hospital gown and pants were put on and the blanket was placed over her body that the uneasy fear finally disappeared.
"Are you feeling better now?" An Jichuan asked.
"…"
How could she answer such a question?
Xue Yating continued to play dead, but the man pulled the blanket away from her face and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"No."
An Jichuan could hear the anger in her voice. He stared at her red cheeks and smiled. "Even if you don't eat it, the babies in your belly need nutrients. I brought porridge. Drink it while it's hot."
The doctor said that she could eat some liquid food, so he specially asked Sister Ling to make nutritious porridge for her.
Xue Yating didn't want to eat it at first, but she was really hungry. Moreover, when he opened the thermos, the fragrance of the congee wafted out. It smelled very tempting.
She swallowed.
