Chapter 932
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When she was at work, he would always send her messages, and occasionally, when he was free, they would talk on the phone. But lately, the frequency of her replying to his messages had been very slow, and the speed at which she would pick up his calls was also very slow. The only explanation she would give him was that she was sleepy, so she fell asleep on the table. She would always use this excuse to reply to him, causing him to think that she had found a new lover in school. Two days ago, he had even disguised himself and sneaked over to her school to observe her. Only after confirming that she was really sleeping did he feel reassured and return to the company to continue with his meeting.
Speaking of which, it was really strange. In the past, she wouldn't even sleep at one or two in the evening, but for the past week, she would be so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes before ten. By nine in the morning, he had already tidied up, but she was still lazing around in bed …
Logically speaking, there shouldn't be anything wrong with Soft Bun's body. Before she started working, he had accompanied her for a full body checkup, and she seemed to be in perfect health … Could it be that Soft Bun was feeling extremely sleepy due to the arrival of spring?
With this thought in mind, he carefully covered Shi Yao with the blanket again. Gazing at her sleeping face, he suddenly recalled that he had a client meeting the night before yesterday, so after sending her home, he had returned to the company to work overtime. By the time he returned, she was already asleep.
Yesterday, at nine-thirty, he had received an overseas call, and by the time he hung up, she had already fallen asleep once more.
Today …
It would have been fine if she didn't count, but it had been quite a few days since he last greeted her …
It was no wonder why he felt like something was missing recently. It turned out that he had been buying fewer condoms than usual. At this rate, wouldn't he end up malnourished?
No, this won't do. I have to accompany Soft Bun to mark the students' homework tomorrow. After that, I have to coax Soft Bun to bed so that I can replenish her nutrients before she falls asleep …
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The next day, Shi Yao was still woken up by Lin Jiage's voice, not by her alarm.
Even though she had slept for nearly ten hours, she still felt that she hadn't slept enough. However, the thought that she had to go to work soon made her perk up. She climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom to wash up.
While she was brushing her teeth, the nauseating sensation from the previous night resurfaced once more.
Shi Yao retched into the washbasin, and when she finally recovered, a deep frown appeared on her forehead.
What's wrong with me? I've been feeling nauseous since yesterday … It's already the second day, but this feeling still hasn't disappeared … Could there really be something wrong with me?
"Yaoyao? Yao Yao? "
Lin Jiage's voice sounded from outside the bedroom, calling Shi Yao out for breakfast.
Shi Yao quickly reined in her thoughts and replied to Lin Jiage. She quickly rinsed her mouth and washed her face before walking out of the bedroom.
Breakfast was Shi Yao's favorite meat buns and tofu pudding, but not only did Shi Yao not have the slightest desire to eat them, she even felt nauseous just looking at them. On the other hand, the pickled cucumbers that she usually didn't like to eat, along with the millet porridge, she actually ate a huge plate of them. It was only when Lin Jiage noticed that she was eating too much pickled food and stopped her that she finally gave up.
After breakfast, as usual, Lin Jiage drove Shi Yao to her school.
It had only been half an hour since Shi Yao woke up and finished her breakfast, but as she sat in the car and basked in the warm spring sun, she suddenly felt a little drowsy, lazy, and even a little tired.
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