Meanwhile.
In the Jinli Villa, on the balcony.
Shen Yanhe's pale face looked listless as she lay on a soft lounge chair basking in the sun, her brows tightly knit, her hand on her lower abdomen, enduring the sharp pain that came in waves.
No wonder she was in such a bad mood yesterday, it turned out her period had come.
Usually, she would be uncomfortable during her period, but never in as much pain as this time, making her feel like banging her head against a wall.
The sound of a wheelchair approached, and a warm object was stuffed into her arms, pressed against her slightly cold lower abdomen.
Shen Yanhe touched it and found it was a fuzzy hot water bottle.
Her slightly moist cat-like eyes blinked as she looked up at the person: "Yanhe."
"The doctor is on the way, are you still feeling bad?" Fu Yanhe's brows were tightly furrowed, and his long, strong hands gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.
