third master's high-profile fusion, fierce dog food (1)

in the study of the capital of yunjin.

other than the sound of song fengwan flipping through the pages, there was only the sound of fu chen typing on the keyboard. she suddenly felt nauseous in her chest and stomach, and her face turned white in an instant. before fu chen could react, she turned over, lay on the trash can at the side, and retched.

fu chen hurried over and patted her back. " is it that serious? "

she had already taken a lot of medicine and food to suppress her morning sickness, but the effects were short-lived.

"alright, it's fine now."

after all this, song fengwan's face turned pale. her morning sickness had only lasted for a few days, but she had already lost a lot of weight.

"i'll carry you back to rest." fu chen's hands passed through her calves and waist, and he picked her up easily.

she was even skinnier than before she got pregnant.

after returning to the room, fu chen poured a glass of water for her, his eyes locked on her stomach.