"Actually, that had nothing to do with you. I just felt like I was eating too much and could never control my mouth."
"Eating too much?" Chu Zhenghao frowned slightly. "Too much?"
"I thought you were eating too little. I was even planning to ask Grandma to add a late-night snack for you every evening."
"A late-night snack?" Mao'er shot to her feet in fright.
She shook her head like a rattling drum, her face full of resistance. "No! I'm never eating late-night snacks again. Look at me—I'm almost round enough to be a ball. If I eat any more, I'll have to roll around to get anywhere."
Chu Zhenghao looked her up and down, confusion in his eyes. "Where are you fat?"
Mao'er suddenly grew a little angry again. She tossed aside the throw pillow, put her hands on her waist, and thrust out her slightly prominent belly. "Can't you see the life preserver around my waist?"
"And my elephant legs! Can't you see those either?"
Whenever she went out with him now, she felt so inferior.
Especially when those people on the street and at the company stared at her, their eyes practically screaming that she looked like a pig walking upright and that she wasn't worthy of him at all.
"Is this a life preserver?" Chu Zhenghao reached out and pinched her belly, which wasn't actually exaggerated at all.
"Idiot, this is clearly because my body hasn't fully recovered after giving birth. Once I recover, I'll look the same as before. Precisely because I need to recover, I should be getting plenty of nutrition."
"As long as you follow the diet plan the nutritionist specially prepared for you, and wait a little longer, you'll definitely return to being that beautiful, adorable Little Ya you were before."
Mao'er