Su Li was throwing up, feeling too out of sorts to deal with anyone. After she finished, she steadied herself on his hand to stand up, rinsed her mouth with water, and finally let out a long breath.
"Why call a doctor? Morning sickness is a normal reaction. Even if you consult ten doctors, it won't help."
Wei Chengfeng's brow furrowed deeper, "How long is this going to last?"
"I don't know, it depends on the individual's physique. Some people have no reaction, most will feel better after about four months, and some with special constitutions might be sick until they give birth."
Su Li spoke nonchalantly, but Wei Chengfeng was genuinely frightened by her words.
"So what kind of constitution do you have?"
"When I was pregnant with Qianqian and Chaochao, I threw up for more than four months. It was okay."
"Okay? So you still have to throw up for more than two months?"
Su Li found his expression quite funny, "You're not the one throwing up. Why do you look like this?"
