"No, I know the way."
Hearing this, Ye Mingchuan was given a sidelong glance by him: "I just want to go out and smoke a cigarette." He did not forget to glance at the door.
Ever since having a child, Shen Qingli doesn't even let him smoke in the yard, saying it's secondhand smoke.
He didn't have much of a smoking addiction, so it didn't matter if he just quit. It didn't matter to him normally, but he suddenly wanted to smoke right now.
Ye Mingchuan saw his little action and chuckled: "Okay, let's go, I'll go with you."
It seems that no matter how tough a man is outside, he will still be afraid of his wife when he gets married and goes home, or it should be said that he will love his wife.
Ye Mingchuan thought, if it were him, he would probably do the same. This kind of being controlled must be a happy feeling.
As soon as Shen Qingli put Meng Xihe down, he felt a warm current.
Oh no! It seems like her period has come. She bent down again, picked up little Meng Xihe, knocked on Aunt Liu's door, and handed the child to Aunt Liu. Meng Xihe's nose wrinkled again and again after her sleep was disturbed. It was so adorable.
When Shen Qingli returned to the house, she quickly went into the space to take a shower and change clothes. Sure enough, her period had come. She was in great pain during her period, tossing and turning in pain, so she sent Meng Xihe to Aunt Liu's room.
She didn't know if it was a psychological effect or something else, but after she washed, changed her clothes and lay down, she began to feel a dull pain in her waist and lower abdomen.
She sighed. Who said that you won’t have dysmenorrhea after giving birth?
Come out and talk! This hurts like hell! It feels worse than before.
The key is this dysmenorrhea, which is very strange. I don’t know what’s going on. Even Lingquan water doesn’t work. It’s really out of the ordinary. Magical!
The more he thought about her, the more pain he felt. Shen Qingli curled up and adjusted his breathing. He couldn't think about it. The more he thought about it, the more pain he felt.
This was the scene Meng Xiao saw when he pushed the door open. His wife was curled up on the big bed facing inward. She was small, looked thin and tiny, and extremely pitiful.
"Are you having a stomachache? Are you having your period?" He took off his shirt before approaching her, fearing that the smell of cigarette smoke would still be there and would sting Shen Qingli.
"Yeah." Shen Qingli responded like a kitten.
"It's early. I calculated it would take two days. Does it hurt so much this time?" He rubbed his hands to warm them up and covered it with his.
"Is it because of eating something cold?"
When Shen Qingli didn't respond to him, he understood that it must be related to the fact that his wife had been craving for cool air these days.
"I'll warm you up and it'll ease the pain. I'll boil some brown sugar ginger water and put a hot water bottle in it to warm you up, okay?" He touched her temples.
"Um, less ginger. I don't like it. No hot water bottle."
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