When they reached their hotel room, Yan Rusheng quickly made way for the bathroom. When he finished, he found Xuxu sitting on the couch in the outer room. She looked starkly pale as she clutched her belly.
The expression on his face immediately fell as he hurried towards her. "What's wrong?"
"My stomach is hurting." Xuxu's lips turned pale too, and she was perspiring from her forehead. She stretched her hand to tightly hold his arm.
Instead of his arms, Yan Rusheng felt as if it was his heart that was being squeezed. He used his hand to tightly hold Xuxu before scooping her up. He carried her to their room and gently put her on the bed.
He tugged a blanket and tenderly draped it over her.
"I'll get you a glass of warm water."
He turned around, and Xuxu suddenly grabbed his wrist. "Ah Sheng."
As she grabbed his warm hand, she suddenly felt a stinging sensation in her nose. Her eyes glistened.
