Xu Xiuxiu's mysteriously hushed tone piqued Song Yuanhuan's interest, and after a long silence, he tensed his face and nodded. "Let's hear it then!" Song Yuanhuan was fully intent on appeasing Xu Xiuxiu. He knew she hated taking medicine and despised hospitals or anything related to them. So, he suppressed his temper to coax her, smoothing her fur so as to speak, assuming it wouldn't be too difficult to persuade her to visit the infirmary thereafter.
Xu Xiuxiu curled her lips and leaned in close to Song Yuanhuan's ear. "I'm pregnant." Her warm breath gently scratched at Song Yuanhuan's outer ear, like a soft feather kissing his sensitive spot.
"So?" Song Yuanhuan asked coldly and without a second thought after hearing her, his brows arching quizzically. His face, sharp as a blade on one side and as clear-cut as bamboo on the other, revealed a mischievous smile back at Xu Xiuxiu, as if he didn't care much for what she had said.
