Hearing Gu Qibao's forthright words, Di Xiaxia's face flushed red, and she nodded, "Oh, okay, I got it. Well, I'm going to hang up now."
"En." Gu Qibao nodded and was about to hang up when she still asked, "Sister Xiaxia, it's really not you, is it?"
"No, it's not me, it's not me." Di Xiaxia quickly denied, "Really, it's not me, don't overthink it."
"Oh, okay then." Gu Qibao had to say before asking again, "What about Big Brother?"
"He's not back yet." Di Xiaxia pouted and chatted a bit more with Gu Qibao before hanging up.
After hanging up, she furrowed her brows; it seemed like she didn't have any of the symptoms Gu Qibao mentioned.
She didn't have an aversion to meat, nor did she constantly feel sleepy, and she certainly didn't lack interest in making love—she remembered that just a week ago, when Di Mingzhe wasn't busy, they still, cough.
Then it probably wasn't pregnancy, guessing it was just simple menstrual disorder.
But her periods had always been invincibly regular.
