Shi Qingluo felt a little better and leaned into Xiao Hanzheng's arms.
She suddenly thought of a possibility. "Zheng Zheng, I might be pregnant."
Thinking about it carefully, her period hadn't come recently. In the past, she wouldn't feel nauseous even if she ate steamed fish.
Xiao Hanzheng was stunned and then took Shi Qingluo's pulse.
Then, his eyes were filled with surprise. "Wifey, it's really a happy pulse."
Previously, he felt that the major events in the northern border were basically over. They could have a child, so he stopped taking the medicine.
He didn't expect his wife to be pregnant so quickly.
Shi Qingluo's eyes lit up. "How long has it been?"
Xiao Hanzheng held her in his arms. "Twenty days? It's still early."
He then kissed her forehead. "We're going to have a child. That's great."
Shi Qingluo reached out and hugged him. "I think it's great too."
