"Can't find the words? The 'Aunt Flo' excuse has been busted, and you can't think of anything else, can you?"
Fu Yanye chuckled lightly as he undid the buttons on her pants.
Zhuo Jian anxiously grabbed his strong hands, "I, my stomach is really hurting."
Fu Yanye smiled, "Oh? So you've come up with that excuse now? I'm not a doctor, am I?"
"It really hurts; it's been several days now. I might have a problem with my stomach or intestines."
Zhuo Jian clung to his hand, forcing the tears to come out.
Only then did Fu Yanye take a serious look at her, getting off of her and sitting to the side, his hand gently resting on her lower abdomen, "Where does it hurt? Tell me."
Zhuo Jian could feel the warmth of his palm pressing on her belly, and she shuddered violently.
He probably didn't know what he was touching right now.
Zhuo Jian knew what stomach pain felt like, having experienced it more than once, so she pressed his hand down and told him, "Right here."
