At this moment, An Ziqi didn't have the energy to argue with him. As she turned to grab another cup, her legs gave way and she collapsed towards the ground.
As if a reflex action, Xiao Moli immediately rushed over, supporting her. Seeing her drenched in sweat, lips turning pale, he looked alarmed and asked urgently, "An Ziqi, what's wrong with you?"
An Ziqi clutched her stomach in agony and said weakly, "My... my period's here. I have a stomachache."
Noticing the blotches of blood on the hem of her pants, Xiao Moli frowned and carried her onto the couch.
He thought of how she was pouring water earlier, so he went back into the kitchen to pour her some hot water.
He sat behind her, supporting her against his body, and fed her the drink.
Seeing her face still deathly pale without a hint of improvement, Xiao Moli's brows knotted tightly together.
