Seeing Qiao Jing's pained expression, Zhan Qipei's entire being panicked in an instant; his hand, extended towards her lower back, hesitated, uncertain whether to embrace her or not.
"I'll take you to the hospital!"
Qiao Jing was now in unbearable pain in her lower abdomen, feeling as if something was about to fall out—a sensation every woman knew all too well.
Counting the days, she wasn't due until the day after tomorrow. It must have been the large half bottle of ice water she drank earlier that caused her period to arrive early.
As Qiao Jing was thinking this, suddenly that warm wetness slid down, and the discomfort beneath her reached its peak in an instant.
"I'm really okay, I just need to rest for a while."
Qiao Jing bit her lower lip, enduring the intense discomfort, covered her abdomen with her hands, and slowed her steps toward her room.
