The man's warm body leaned over, and even without her period, Xia Siyu might have formed a conditioned reflex during this time—her body automatically leaned toward him.
As soon as she leaned in, she felt something was a bit off. She wanted to retract.
But her body resisted her mind. She was afraid of the cold and felt quite chilly, yet there was a warm furnace behind her, like an electric blanket. All she had to do was cling to him, and her whole body would relax comfortably.
Especially when Bo Yan hugged her from behind and placed his palm directly on her lower abdomen. Her body felt lethargic, and her brain was already a bit short on capacity due to blood loss. His warmth and the pressure of his hand managed her slightly swollen lower abdomen quite clearly.
