Sunflower water?
Duan Xingzhi's body stiffened, as if he had been frozen in place.
A rare look of surprise and embarrassment appeared on his usually sharp and angular face.
Even the base of her ears was tinged with a suspicious blush.
In an instant, his brows furrowed deeply, he loosened his grip on her slightly, and his gaze returned to her lower abdomen.
"You mean, you experience this kind of pain every month?"
"Will it continue for several more days?"
Shen Zhiyi hummed in agreement. "That's all normal. It would be more worrying if they didn't come."
"It's just bleeding for a few days, nothing serious."
"It's bleeding?!" Duan Xingzhi's voice suddenly turned deep, his thick eyebrows furrowing even more. "It's so serious, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
An ordinary person cannot bear bleeding for even a day.
She was going to have a continuous flow for seven days!
And they had to endure this pain.
Is this considered not a big problem?
Duan Xingzhi's brows were furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.
Everyone says that being a woman is not easy, but he never knew it would be this hard.
"What can I do to make you feel better?" He held her in his arms even more gently and tenderly, cupping her cheek tenderly as if she were a fragile piece of porcelain.
Shen Zhiyi was about to say that he was making a mountain out of a molehill, but she met his serious eyes and sincere expression.
She opened her lips, and unconsciously blurted out the truth.
"Rub your tummy, massage your calves, and drink more brown sugar water."
"In short, try to avoid getting cold and overworking yourself..."
Before he finished speaking, Duan Xingzhi had already pulled the brocade quilt over and wrapped her up in his arms, leaving only her head exposed.
"Like this?" He looked at her anxiously. "Are you feeling better?"
Shen Zhiyi was both amused and exasperated.
"There's no need to wrap it up so tightly..."
He gently placed her on the couch, tucked her in, knelt by the bed, rubbed his palms together to warm them, slipped one arm under the covers, and once again lifted the clothes around her waist to cover her lower abdomen.
Apply slight pressure.
He leaned closer, his eagle eyes fixed on her, not missing a single expression on her face.
"Is that so?" he asked as he went. "Ayi, if you feel comfortable, you should tell me."
That way, he'll know what to do next time.
Shen Zhiyi was struck by his blunt words, and blushed so much that her neck turned pink.
She turned her head, bit her lip, and responded softly, "Mmm..."
Duan Xingzhi didn't quite hear it.
He leaned closer, "What?"
His rough palms slammed against her soft skin, sending a jolt of electricity through her.
Shen Zhiyi trembled involuntarily.
"I said it's...it feels good..." Her eyes were watery, but she didn't dare look at him. Her voice was broken and soft, "It's warm and feels good..."
Duan Xingzhi suddenly stopped.
He lowered his gaze to her flushed cheeks, his eyes darkening in an instant.
Blood boils and surges, roaring in the veins, making every inch of skin on the body scald.
He looked at her for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Wouldn't it be more comfortable to sleep while holding me?"
"Huh?" Shen Zhiyi was stunned.
She slowly turned her head to meet his gaze.
Duan Xingzhi's gaze was deep and somber.
He killed Ling Yuan, and from that moment on, he was surrounded by danger and had to stay by her side every step of the way.
She has agreed to marry him.
In his heart, she was his wife.
This will never change.
"Ayi," he repeated in a deep, husky voice, "Do you want me to hold you while you sleep?"
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