She shuddered and reached out and pulled her clothes to her side. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info There was a throbbing pain in her lower abdomen, and the strength in her body seemed to be drained, and she struggled to put it on.

When Guan Mufeng came in with a basin of hot water, Qiao Yingying was struggling to put his pajamas off his head, gasping for several breaths every time he moved, and his porcelain-like white and round chest was constantly rising and falling, shaking him for a moment.

He lowered his eyes, suppressed the restlessness in his chest, walked to the bedside, put down the basin, helped her, and said softly, "I'll come." ”

He gently pulled down his pajamas and held her wrists through the cuffs, the backs of his hands inevitably rubbing against her smooth skin several times. He leaned over and was so close to her that he could smell the sweet scent of her.

His expression was calm, except for the dark waves rolling under his eyes.

Qiao Yingying's head was finally freed from her pajamas, and there was a thick mist in her big eyes. I don't know if it's because of the pain or something else.

Helping her to lean on the pillow, Guan Mufeng twisted a hot towel and handed it to her.

"I'm going to pour a glass of hot water. So saying, he got up and went out the door, his steps looking a little hurried.

He hurried into the kitchen, pulled out a packet of brown sugar from a drawer, and made a cup of sugar water with hot water.

However, the dryness in his body was still unabated, and he couldn't help frowning, walked to the edge of the pool, and turned on the faucet.

The cold water slapped on his cheeks, his eyes brightened, and the strangeness of his body gradually subsided.

But he was still not satisfied, opened the refrigerator, took a bottle of mineral water, and poured a few sips before completely suppressing the restlessness in his chest.

Feeling the temperature of the water in his mouth unusually cold, he picked up the bottle and took a look, and found that there were still unmelted ice cubes inside, and it was almost bottoming out.

He understood, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

After Qiao Yingying cleaned up the blood stains between her legs, Guan Mufeng came in with sugar water, and saw that her little face was still pale, and her already somewhat heavy face was even more melancholy.

"Drink some hot water. He handed the cup over, put his hands behind his back, and looked condescendingly at the top of Qiao Yingying's hair in front of him.

Qiao Yingying drank two sips of sugar water, a warm current flowed into her lungs, she felt better, and wanted to thank Guan Mufeng, but as soon as she looked up, she was frightened by his face.

"First... "Sir," she called timidly, thinking to herself that she must have upset him by doing so.

"It usually hurts so much?" Guan Mufeng said lightly.

"No... No" Qiao Yingying shook her head and whispered.

"So what is the reason today. Guan Mufeng asked.

The bottle of mineral water must have been frozen into ice cubes before, and he couldn't help but look deeper and deeper in his eyes, knowing that it was a special period and still being so greedy and cold.

Qiao Yingying lowered her head weakly and said, "Wash... Bath with cold... Cold"

Guan Mufeng was stunned for a moment, then squinted his eyes, stared at her, and didn't say a word.

Qiao Yingying became more and more nervous, and forgot about the stomachache.

In the middle of the night, a sudden sigh came from the top of her head, and a large hand rubbed her head.

"Don't do this in the future, it's ice water and cold showers, and you have to take care of your body. Guan Mufeng's tone was soft and helpless.

Qiao Yingying felt a little ashamed in her heart, mixed with a hint of warmth, and nodded obediently.

"Rest. He helped her to lie down, covered with a thin blanket, but did not go, but sat down at the end of the bed.

Qiao Yingying looked at his back, a little surprised, and was about to speak, when her little face suddenly startled, and her snow-white cheeks seemed to be stained with a layer of rouge.

Guan Mufeng held the white tender feet that were not as big as his palm with one hand, and pressed the hot palm to her cool soles.