Nia Mitchell puckered her lips and shook her head.
She was so full that she didn't want to move, let alone walk.
"Then have the kitchen bring over some digestion-aiding tea. You can drink a bit."
Nia Mitchell immediately shook her head, refusing.
"I can't drink anymore."
She felt like her stomach was already too full to take any more water.
Even one more drop and she'd feel like she was going to burst.
Besides, if she drank water now, the little desserts in her stomach might expand.
Seeing her refusal of everything, Maxwell Peary felt a pang of sympathy and walked over to sit down, pulling her into his embrace.
"Next time, are you still going to eat so much? Who's competing with you for food?"
He couldn't help but scold her a bit, then extended his large hand to gently cover her stomach, helping to warm it.
"Uncle, is there anything about Little Autumn's check-up?"
Weren't they supposed to go for a follow-up check?
