"What now?" Zhang Miao asked.
Yang Gang collected his thoughts and smiled, saying, "Nothing. It's just a bit complicated thinking that the child in your belly is Xiao Haotian's. After all, I once fantasized about marrying you, having you bear my children. But now I understand, to you, Sister Miao, I'm just too immature. You wouldn't fall for a green boy like me. Nor would you bear a child for me. It's like expecting an apple from a pear tree in full bloom."
Zhang Miao's mouth twitched slightly. "The difference college makes. You've learned to speak in metaphors."
After a pause, she smiled and added, "A pear tree might produce apples, only not very healthy ones."
Yang Gang didn't understand what Zhang Miao meant.
He scratched his head, clearing the cluttered thoughts from his mind, "Well, Sister Miao, let's begin the treatment then."
"Alright." After Zhang Miao finished speaking, she closed her eyes.