"Say that again, and I'll smack you!" Lian Qiao said coquettishly.
Brother Huo emphasized once more that it was official business, and though it troubled her somewhat, his leading words made her shift her thoughts to the second half of his sentence.
Lowering her eyelashes, she looked at her Himalayas-like swollen belly and then touched her waist, which was even thicker than a bucket. Finally, she placed her hands on her noticeably chubbier cheeks with a desire to cry but no tears to shed.
"Brother Huo, be honest with me, do I look very ugly right now?"
The man raised his eyebrows, "You want the truth?"
"Of course."
"Yeah, a little bit. I can barely even eat looking at you."
She could tell from his tone that he was being playful, so Lian Qiao didn't take him too seriously.