"Why are you staring at me!" She angrily met Pei Yan's gaze, raising her eyebrows to question, "You don't believe me, do you?"
Pei Yan nodded, "No, I don't."
Qin Yun was at a loss for words, swallowing down her absurd excuses,
"Anyway, I just don't want to eat postpartum meals. Bring back that previous chef for me; I want to eat the food he cooked!"
Qin Yun was a bit aggrieved; she had given birth, yet couldn't eat properly.
Pei Yan immediately crushed all her fantasies, "That chef has already returned to Country F. If you want to eat his food later, I'll invite him back."
Qin Yun was a bit stunned, snorted, and turned to go back to the room.
Pei Yan followed her, bent over, scooped her up, and took her upstairs.
Qin Yun struggled, "Put me down, I don't want you to hold me right now!"
"But I want to hold you."
