Xiang Ying's movement of drinking the hot ginger tea halted abruptly.
She lifted her head sharply: "Jie Chen, you're shameless, how can you ask something like this?"
Jie Chen's ears turned red, but he was unaware of it.
He knew it was abrupt to ask, but he had no choice but to verify.
"The military doctor suspects, suspects you might be... pregnant."
"What? Impossible, right? I need to think about when that could have happened..."
Xiang Ying pondered, while Jie Chen's gaze suddenly turned icy and stern.
"Who else could you have been with?"
Xiang Ying came back to her senses, her light pink lips curved into a candid smile: "Seems like it's just you."
Jie Chen tightened his grip slightly.
He really wanted to ask what was going on inside this woman's head.
Was she just teasing him?
Xiang Ying seriously considered Jie Chen's question.
She seemed to have no recollection of her last menstrual cycle.
