"Drink more, finish this whole bowl of soup."
Yan Xue added another sentence.
Song Yinyin felt rather helpless, but fortunately, the soup was quite tasty, so she drank it all.
Lu Jihan's eyes were fixed on Song Yinyin, never leaving her. He was only satisfied when he saw her finish the bowl of pigeon soup, nodding in approval.
After lunch, back in her bedroom, Song Yinyin finally pulled Lu Jihan aside and said:
"Jinhan, don't you think my sister-in-law is too anxious about me? First, making soup, then accompanying me for a walk... I feel so pressured."
"You feel pressured?" Lu Jihan asked softly.
"Yes." Song Yinyin nodded.
She thought for a moment, then cautiously suggested, "Why don't you talk to my sister-in-law? If I get too pressured, doesn't it affect my health, like they say pregnant women shouldn't stress too much, I..."
She was lost in thought, biting her lips, her small hands tightly clutching, looking very troubled.
