"Okay...."
Qin Yu nodded his groggy head.
Han Bing was pregnant, and he no longer had any space to escape.
Although his heart still loved Yan Mingyu, he should also take responsibility for Han Bing and the child.
"Then feed me something, I've been angry all night, and now I have no strength...."
Han Bing revealed a coquettish expression typical of a young woman.
"Oh...."
Qin Yu picked up a soup dumpling, blew on it near his mouth to cool it down, and, feeling the temperature was right, brought it to Han Bing's mouth.
"Right... could you help me unravel that peculiar acupoint sealing technique of yours?"
Qin Yu thought for a moment and asked.
After all, he was a grown man. If he was really going to live with Han Bing in the future, and she kept beating him up every now and then, it would be so embarrassing.
"No! At least not now!"
Han Bing decisively refused.
"All right.... Eat up, you're eating for two now, you need the nutrition!"