Link saw her really pressing the knife tip against her chest and quickly grabbed the handle, placing it back on the knife rack.
"Stop it, you're pregnant, be more careful, don't mess with knives," he said urgently.
"Do you think I'm being too extreme?"
Ivanka said with a smile, curling a fallen golden strand of hair behind her ear.
"Yes! Both of us need a psychiatrist," Link said helplessly.
Ivanka smiled faintly and said that these were her truest thoughts, not some mental illness, and he didn't need to worry too much.
"I understand, but the magazines say that pregnant women can have psychological problems due to hormonal changes and such, so I think it's necessary to see a psychiatrist regularly," Link suggested.
"Don't worry, I just want to tell you how much I love you. This is an emotional issue, not a psychological one," Ivanka turned back and touched his lips with hers, picking up the fruit plate and motioning for him to come eat some fruit.