The Third Child Is Coming

"I always feel tired. My waist and back are sore. I always want to sleep. Once I lie down, I can't sleep!"

Serina said and yawned again.

"Really? What happened? Are you tired from writing novels?" Derek asked.

Serina shook her head. "Maybe it's because of the weather. I'm fine."

With that, Serina lifted the quilt and got out of bed. "Is it time for dinner?"

"Yes, you eat after you wake up. After you eat, you will sleep. You are going to become a pig!" Derek patted Serina's head.

"I won't eat tonight. I have no appetite."

"I was joking. Don't take it seriously. Get up and eat."

"I'm serious. I don't have much appetite. I've slept for half a day, and I haven't digested the food I ate at noon."

Since Serina said so, Derek did not insist. He ordered the kitchen to cook some soup for her. In the evening, Serina only drank the soup.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Serina was ready to lie down on the bed again.