Mo Boyuan got up and left after his son fell asleep again.
After returning to his room, he climbed back into the bed. He was considerate enough to pull the covering up for the sleeping woman. From her neck to her feet, he tucked her in.
When he woke up, it was two hours later. The sky was already bright.
Mo Boyuan opened his eyes. He was not as cranky as the time when he was woken up previously. After a while, he sat up and prepared to get out of bed.
However, he found his wife's face was very pale and her brows were tightly knitted together. Occasionally, she would moan in pain.
He reached out and touched the woman's forehead. She did not have a fever, but it was very cold. Her forehead was covered in sweat.
"Xuxu, are you feeling unwell?" His voice was very anxious.
Jiang Tingxu was awake. Of course, she heard his voice, but her eyes were still tightly shut. Her lips trembled as she said, "It hurts."
