Su Tang clutched the doorframe and dry-heaved, her stomach churning as a sour fluid surged up her throat.
Lu Xiao dropped his bowl and chopsticks and rushed over, gently patting her back.
"What's wrong? Did you eat something that disagreed with you at lunch?"
She shook her head. Once the wave of nausea passed, she looked up and met Lu Xiao's anxious gaze. An absurd thought suddenly shot through her mind.
Her cheeks grew hot, and she didn't dare to think any further.
"Didn't you say a while back that your period was late?"
Lu Xiao suddenly spoke, his voice tight. It seemed he had arrived at the same conclusion.
"Just now, you couldn't stand the greasy food. Could it be..."
He didn't say the words, but they both knew what he meant.
Su Tang's heart skipped a beat, and her hand moved to her lower abdomen instinctively.
In this era, there were no pregnancy tests; women had to guess based on scattered symptoms like these.
But they could go to the hospital to find out.
