Chapter Thirty-One: Difficult to Speak Of

With bleary eyes, she asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

"Get your paws off me," Song Chengyi turned his head aside.

"What?" Luo Yixia mumbled, still puzzled.

Then she glanced down at her own hands, and in that instant, she was jolted awake with fright. What was she doing? How had she ended up nestled in Song Chengyi’s arms, hugging his waist?

She quickly let go, and Song Chengyi immediately stood up, coughing awkwardly. "Mom’s calling you. Come downstairs for breakfast."

With that, he walked out, leaving Luo Yixia bewildered.

She’d only fallen asleep—how had it turned into such a mess? Why was she suddenly hugging Song Chengyi?

She rubbed her hair in frustration, feeling thoroughly confused. She got up and straightened her clothes.

Opening the door, she saw Song Chengyi leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"You didn’t go downstairs yet?" Luo Yixia asked.

Song Chengyi gave her a glance and headed downstairs. Luo Yixia followed him.

"Come, come, Xiaxia, sit down. Your mother made so much delicious food today," Zhou Yun called, pulling Luo Yixia to a chair.

Song Chengyi sat down beside her.

"Wow, Mom, you made so much today!" Luo Yixia stared at the feast before her, mouth watering.

Zhou Yun ladled a bowl of chicken soup for her. "Here, eat more, it’ll nourish you."

Luo Yixia replied, "Mom, you should all have some too," secretly wishing to say she didn’t like the soup.

At that moment, Mrs. Yu Wenjing, who rarely showed concern for her daughter, spoke up. "You’re already grown up and still don’t know how to take care of yourself. Drink the chicken soup."

Luo Yixia nervously retracted her hand and took the spoon, sipping the soup in small mouthfuls.

Yu Wenjing also poured a bowl for Song Chengyi. "Chengyi, you’ve worked hard too. Have some more."

Song Chengyi was flustered. What had he done to deserve this? Still, he smiled and accepted the soup.

Suddenly, Mrs. Yu Wenjing blurted out another question to Luo Yixia, "Xiaxia, do you feel nauseous?"

Luo Yixia looked up, seeing three pairs of eyes fixed on her, and asked in bewilderment, "Why would I feel nauseous?"

Zhou Yun quickly said, "It’s good you don’t. Xiaxia, have you been feeling sleepy lately?"

Luo Yixia thought for a moment and replied, "I feel sleepy every day."

"That’s wonderful!" Her mother exclaimed.

Startled, Luo Yixia’s hand trembled, nearly dropping the spoon.

"What’s going on? Why are you all acting so weird?" she asked.

Suddenly, Zhou Yun asked, "Xiaxia, when was your last period?"

As Song Chengyi was sipping his soup, he spit it out all over the floor.

"Cough… cough…" He choked for a while.

Yu Wenjing quickly handed him tissues. "What happened? Are you choking? Is the soup not good?"

"No, no," Song Chengyi waved his hand quickly.

Luo Yixia still stared with innocent, wide eyes, not understanding their questions. She felt embarrassed—wasn’t it awkward to ask these things in front of Song Chengyi?

But Song Chengyi, being a medical student, understood immediately. Luo Yixia, on the other hand, was oblivious and clueless about their intentions.

Only Luo Yixia remained in the dark.

Song Chengyi quickly said, "Mom, Xiaxia’s still young."

Luo Yixia turned to look at him, confused—what was he saying?

Zhou Yun waved her hand dismissively. "Neither of you took any precautions before. It’s about time."

Luo Yixia’s eyes widened in disbelief as she finally understood what they had been hinting at all along.