Cha Qing Luo leaned into Nan jiateng's arms, smelling his scent and rubbing her stomach,"well, I don't want to eat. I ate a little too much last night."
Nan jiateng looked down at the person in his arms and at Cha Qing Luo's expression.
He noticed that Cha Qing Luo was frowning and rubbing her stomach, as if she was not feeling well.
Nan jiateng had always been careful when treating Cha Qingluo. When he saw her current appearance and recalled her expression last night, his expression changed and he sat up immediately."Is your stomach uncomfortable? did you eat something bad last night?"
Cha Qing Luo looked at Nan jiateng's serious expression and hurriedly explained,""No, no, my stomach is fine. If it wasn 't, I would have gone to the infirmary."
As Cha Qingluo spoke, she quickly moved her hand away from her stomach. She didn't want Nan jiateng to worry.
