As a human being, there will always be embarrassing situations, and as a woman, of course, Qiqi is not spared.

On a Saturday afternoon, Qiqi, who was teaching the two little guys to play swords in the Rose Pavilion, was summoned home by the fake Qiqi who stayed at Qi's house, and when she started the shuttle technique and returned to the bedroom, her face was still covered with beads of sweat.

When she opened the door, she realized that it was Aunt Jiang's parents who sent a sack of selap skin, freshly picked melons, all of them were white and beautiful, sweet and fragrant, and Qiqi looked at them with greedy eyes, like a miser who saw gold.

Jiang Mujin and Qi Jiangao went out to pick up Qi Shunying, who was out of the interest class. After returning from studying, Qi Shunhua, whose foot injury had been completely healed, was not allowed to enter the kitchen to process the ingredients.

Qiqi sat on a small bench, battling melons twice the size of her fist, yellow-white oval seeds mixed with sweet juice dripping down her palms and arms into the trash can.

Two melons into his stomach, Qiqi burped a satisfied, the small palm was sweet and greasy, and he just got up from the bench with his arm down, and his lower abdomen was cramping, gushing out a burst of heat.

She stumbled to the bathroom, scrubbed her arms, shook the droplets, and when she untied her hands, she was stunned by a red flower on her underwear and the red liquid in the urinal.

"Am I sick?" "Am I being plotted?" Qi Qi quickly wiped and stood in front of the mirror, touched the pulse, looked at the tongue coating, looked at the pupils, looked at the corners of the eyes, and found that the spiritual energy in the body was transported freely, and there was nothing wrong with the body, "Who will tell me what's going on?" She was a little crying with a bitter face.

There was a hiss, and from time to time there was an unfamiliar cramping pain in the abdomen, and I was neither standing nor sitting. She is not afraid of pain, no matter how hard and tired she is when she cultivates, she will not snort, and she doesn't have to deal with her injuries, she will endure it and she will heal the next day. At this time, the pain suffered from the inside of the body was extremely intense, as if some invisible sharp weapon was stabbing the abdomen one by one.

She hadn't experienced this kind of strangeness before she transformed into a human form, and after thinking about it again and again, she decided to ask for help.

Qiqi gritted his teeth, put one hand on his abdomen and the other to support the wall, and slowly moved towards the kitchen.

"Qiqi, what's wrong with you?" Qiaoqiao, who was playing on the side, ran over, followed her footsteps, turned her head with a concerned look and asked.

Michael, on the other hand, looked like he understood everything, lying on his side on the ground, too lazy to come forward to greet and care.

"My stomach hurts." Qiqi, whose symptoms were relieved, frowned and replied in a low voice.

His abdomen suddenly twisted, and he gasped, Qiqi's facial features wrinkled together directly, and his legs were instantly soft and unable to move, "Shunhua." She leaned against the wall and let out a wail.

Jojo snorted like an assist.

Qi Shunhua, who was neatly peeling potatoes in the kitchen, heard Qiqi's painful moans, his eyebrows tightened, and he threw the potatoes and paring knife into the vegetable washing sink and hurriedly ran out of the kitchen.

Qiqi's pale face, as soon as he saw Qi Shunhua running out, he pouted and showed an aggrieved expression.

Qi Shunhua raised her hands full of starch and asked anxiously and dotingly, "What's ......?"

Before he finished speaking, Qiqi, who didn't want to stand, lay on the ground on his side along the wall.

Qi Shunhua was stunned for a while, thinking that Qiqi had fainted, so he hurriedly wiped his hands on his clothes casually, ready to pick up Qiqi who was spread on the ground.

Without waiting for him to get started, Qiqi, who was faster than him, stood up his upper body and hugged his strong calves, like a clingy little milk dog that had not been born for a long time.