The next morning, Saturday, during breakfast, Xu Manning and Wu Wenyue were whispering to each other. Li Peifeng was cooking in the kitchen and could vaguely hear them.
"He didn't use a raincoat yesterday. Could it lead to pregnancy?"
"He got it all over... you and me. It should be fine."
"But what if? I felt a bit nauseous this morning."
"What if..."
"There's no what if." Li Peifeng walked over with the dishes, comforting them, "I have complete control over my body; the chance of an accident is almost zero!"
Xu Manning was not pleased and became angry: "What you said sounds exactly like a jerk who doesn't want to take responsibility!"
Wu Wenyue also sneered: "Rest assured, if anything happens, we won't ask you for a dime for the abortion. I'll take her to the hospital myself, get rid of the unwanted child, and then cut you up with a knife."
