Either she only eats a little, or she eats until she's stuffed. Only Ling Chuxia is like this.
Shi Che smiled, rubbed her head, and helped her walk in the small garden outside to aid digestion. Actually, Ling Chuxia was just over three months pregnant, not that delicate. After all, some women are five or six months into their pregnancy and still working, and some women in rural areas even go back to the fields right after giving birth.
However, Shi Che always held her, supporting her constantly, afraid she'd have the slightest mishap, which made Ling Chuxia think of the Empress Dowager and the eunuchs.
Weren't the eunuchs in the past cautious and sycophantic like this?
Just the thought of comparing Shi Che to a eunuch made Ling Chuxia unable to hold back her laughter, and she burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at?"
The warm breath brushed her ear as Shi Che's deep, magnetic voice slowly entered, sounding nothing like the sharp, effeminate tone of eunuchs of the past.
