He lowered his head, and saw her small face pale as a sheet, biting her lower lip tightly, looking like she was in extreme pain.
For some reason, his heart began to ache instinctively.
He even had an urge to take on her pain.
Realizing this, he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
Then he squinted his eyes, carrying an inexplicable sense of danger.
In Yan Yan's past twenty-two years, the words "heartache" had never appeared.
Before he could think it over, Yun Qiluo started to whimper again:
"Beautiful woman..." She lifted her small face, her brows knitted tightly, "My stomach hurts so much..."
It was already quite late, asking Wang Ma to bring a hot water bottle was inconvenient.
Yan Yan was silent for a while, then reached out and gently placed his hand on her soft little tummy, using perhaps the gentlest strength in his entire life, slowly rubbing her abdomen.
In a low voice, he asked, "Does this feel a bit better?"
Yun Qiluo kept her eyes closed for a while.
