"What's wrong with it! I'm feeling nauseous!"
"Nauseous? That's a good sign! I remember you also felt nauseous easily when you were pregnant with Little Pumpkin."
In a blink, Nan Mufeng became troubled again, still uncertain if Little Pumpkin had inherited his self-healing ability, and now Little Watermelon was on the way. What if both children inherited it...
"I'm nauseous because of your face mask!"
Jian Xi jumped off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash her face.
Nan Mufeng: "..."
He watched Jian Xi's back, unsure whether to be happy or sad. He really wanted another child with her, but feared the child would inherit the special ability.
Jian Xi came out after washing her face, looking at the discarded face mask on the floor.
It was white, without the color of blood. However, just knowing the essence in the mask contained Nan Mufeng's blood made her feel nauseous again!
How could there be such a disgusting person? Using someone's blood to make a face mask?
