Miao Xuanxuan was on the left side of Song Xiaodong, who turned his body sideways and directly slipped his right hand under the hem of Miao Xuanxuan's T-shirt, pressing it on her lower abdomen.
However, he suddenly realized that his action was too natural and casual, and immediately said, "Xuanxuan, I was in a hurry to treat you, so don't blame me for being abrupt."
Miao Qingqing, peeking from behind Song Xiaodong, said, "At this moment, you still care about these things. Just focus on treating your illness."
Miao Xuanxuan quickly went along and said, "Yes, brother-in-law, I know you're doing this for my health. How could I be so ungrateful? I wouldn't be so pretentious at this time."
Song Xiaodong massaged Miao Xuanxuan seriously for a while. After a while, Miao Qingqing asked, "Xuanxuan, do you feel better?"
Miao Xuanxuan replied, "Much better. The urge isn't as strong, and my stomach doesn't hurt as much."
