Although Wen Qinghe said on the surface that there would be no next time after being taught a lesson by Yan Xiao, she secretly thought that she would dare to do it again next time.

Just be careful not to get caught.

But when evening came, she would take a shower and lie in bed.

Before she could even plan how to avoid Yan Xiao, she hid the ice cream in the space.

She began to experience intermittent lower abdominal pain, which was not obvious at first, but then her stomach started to cramp, and she began to break out in a cold sweat all over her body.

…

These days, because they both have to work during the day, Yan Xiao washes their clothes every night after they both shower.

He had just come in after hanging up the clothes outside when he saw the little girl's face was pale, her expression pained, and her lips were bitten until they turned white.

The first thing Yan Xiao thought of was the little girl's heart condition.

A buzzing sound filled his ears, a chill crept up his limbs, and he almost collapsed, his legs giving way beneath him. He forced himself to move forward, his steps unsteady.

"What's wrong, Qingqing? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Ouch...it hurts...it hurts so much..."

Yan Xiao's eyes were red and filled with unease. He asked softly but urgently, "Qingbao, tell me, where does it hurt?"

Then I noticed that her slender fingers were pressed against her stomach...

The man pursed his lips, his expression grave, daring not to delay any longer.

He quickly grabbed his own cotton coat, carefully wrapped the girl up in it, and held her tightly before hurrying out the door.

Throughout the journey, Yan Xiao listened to her weak sobs and felt as if his heart was being torn apart and burned.

My heart is hurting so much I can't breathe.

His steps were swift, and what usually took a few minutes felt like an eternity.

Although he was anxious, he still comforted the girl in his arms, "Don't be afraid, Qingqing, I'll take you to the village doctor right away."

His thin lips kept lowering to kiss the little girl's forehead, which was damp with sweat.

...

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious. Your wife's period is about to start. Her abdomen got cold, probably from eating cold food, which caused the abdominal pain. She needs to take good care of herself these few days and avoid eating cold foods."

The village doctor withdrew his hand and looked at the menacing figure beside him, who exuded a chilling aura.

Even though he was a generation older than Yan Xiao, he felt inexplicably intimidated standing in front of him and couldn't muster the aura of an elder.

You might say he's tall and aloof, but his expression is intimidating.

The moment he lowered his head, the terrifying aura emanating from him completely dissipated...

He spoke softly and gently to the woman on the small bed.

This contrast,

Tsk tsk…

No wonder he has a wife!

…

Yan Xiao frowned. He took care of his wife almost every day during her period, and he had never seen her pale with pain.

She immediately thought of the small tub of ice cream she had greedily eaten earlier that day.

He only regretted not coming back sooner to stop her, so that by the time he returned, only a small portion remained. He could still recall the bone-chilling cold emanating from the bucket.

The thought of such a cold substance entering her stomach filled Yan Xiao with lingering fear.

He brushed away the slightly damp strands of hair from the little girl's forehead and asked in a low voice:

"Does your stomach still hurt?"

Wen Qinghe shook her head; she had recovered considerably by now.

She's really learned her lesson now; it was her own gluttony that caused this trouble.

The man felt a slight relief, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

He then turned to look at the village doctor who was rubbing his arms from time to time, and unusually showed concern in his words.

"It's getting late, Uncle Ping, thank you for your help. It's cold, you should go back to your room and put on another layer of clothing so you don't catch a cold."

The village doctor, dragged out of bed in the middle of the night by Yan Xiao, who was covered in ice crystals, was now only wearing a t-shirt and woolen trousers: ...

…

On the way back, Wen Qinghe didn't dare to look Yan Xiao in the eye and kept her head down guiltily in his arms.

He just kept lowering his head, nodding it little by little like a chick pecking at rice.

Yan Xiao looked at the little head in his arms, which only had strands of black hair left, and the words of admonition he was about to say turned into a sigh.

After all that commotion in the middle of the night, by the time we got home, the little girl was already fast asleep.

Naturally, he had no idea that Yan Xiao, looking at the pale little face in his arms, was so worried that he barely slept all night.

Afraid that she wouldn't sleep well because of her stomach discomfort, he held her in his arms all night and kept rubbing her stomach with his warm hands.

…

When Wen Qinghe woke up the next day, she had recovered most of her energy and spirit.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xiao didn't go to work.

The weather seems lovely today; sunlight filters through the layers of folded curtains, casting beautiful dappled patterns on the wall.

She turned her head to the side; the man's breathing was deep and rhythmic.

His originally cold and sharp eyes, now closed, made his thin and sculpted features appear gentler.

But for some reason, his brows were always furrowed even when he was asleep.

She couldn't resist reaching out to smooth his eyebrows, but as she moved, she realized she was being held tightly in the man's arms.

No wonder she was enveloped in heat all night, and her lower abdomen is still radiating warmth.

Wen Qinghe felt a burning sensation in her chest, followed by a warm current that seemed to spread from her heart throughout her entire body.

Everyone was afraid of Yan Xiao because of his appearance and his terrifying height and imposing presence, and avoided him at all costs.

Only she knew how irresistible this tough man could be when he showed his tender side.

She was incredibly grateful for this extraordinary encounter in her life, which brought her here, where she met Yan Xiao and reunited with her father.

She was also won over by his tender affection through their interactions.

It's really hard not to be tempted.

With her hands bound, Wen Qinghe could only trace the man's features inch by inch with her eyes.

Until she saw the thin lips so close to her eyes, she couldn't help but bring her red lips closer.

"Pop!"

So soft~ So kissable~ Hehe~

Having successfully stolen a fragrance, Wen Qinghe's beautiful eyes curved into a smile, as happy as a cat that had caught a fish.

"Baby... is one kiss enough?" A husky, magnetic voice rang out.

At the same time, a large hand tightly gripped her slender waist, and although the man's dark eyes were not open, his thin lips landed precisely on the lips that had just stolen a kiss.

The long tongue probed into the mouth, as if dissatisfied with the girl's fleeting touch, or as if imparting guidance, hooking the little clove-like tongue in the mouth to explore every corner.

The large hand that was originally on the soft belly gradually moved up, gently gathering, slowly twisting, stroking, and picking.

In the early morning, a time when people are easily restless, certain feelings become more pronounced.

Wen Qinghe's delicate body trembled slightly, before she could even lament that men who get up early in the morning are not to be trifled with.

At the same time, a warm sensation ran through my lower abdomen.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, her expression blank...

The man paused in his actions; his earlier brazen behavior now left him only with regret.

He gently put down the little girl's clothes and gave her a comforting kiss on the corner of her mouth.

"Lie still and don't move, I'll take care of it..."