The flower fat mist was carried to the bedroom by Qi Yan.

Her body rested gently on the couch, and the room of warm nephrite was smoked with special sandalwood, mixed with the smell of gardenia and hibiscus, which was somewhat restrained and presumptuous.

The silk mattress was lifted by his big hand, spread out most of it, and forcibly covered it.

Qi Yan frowned, and before he went to call the doctor, Hua Yan Wu got up in a hurry, and hurriedly pulled his sleeve: "Don't go, it's just a small injury, it's okay." ”

Qi Yan snorted angrily, "I think you've hurt your brain." Xia Kui's injury will not be life-threatening, but the big meridians of the legs, once cut, will bleed to death, don't you know? Look at your clothes! ”

A palm-sized pool of blood......

"No, it's not." During the flower fat fog period, Ai Ai danced and wanted to compare something, but he really couldn't say it.

Qi Yan saw her hesitant expression for the first time, her water-made eyes dodged, her white fingertips scribbled in the air, and her face was not afraid of heaven and earth, red for a while, white for a while, very interesting.

He was laughing, mysteriously and treacherously, and he was so close to her that his forehead almost hit her.

"Woman, if you die, how boring I am."

Getting closer, the flower butter mist pulled the quilt, covered his face, and shook his head angrily, "I'm fine, I can't die." ”

"If you say it's okay, it's okay?"

Qi Yan knew that this woman was used to being reckless, he broke her hand holding the quilt, covered her carefully, and looked at her beautiful nose and cherry lips, soft skin and small face, covered with a layer of fine sweat, like lotus petals in the early morning, stained with dew, her clothes were messy, her face was red, and there was the snow-white curve that extended down from the placket......

His throat tightened, and he hurriedly got up and walked away from her, trying to go out.

"Don't go!"

Floral mist shouted in the back.

Qi Yan ignored her.

If this really called the doctor, wouldn't it be a shame and a big loss? She would rather let Qi Yan know under this roof than let him bring a horse in.

The flower fat mist clenched his fist and gritted his teeth.

"It's Aoi water."

This sound as thin as a mosquito was actually heard by Qi Yan.

He froze, did not advance or retreat for a moment, and stopped with his back to her. A trace of embarrassment and annoyance swept through the tip of his heart, and he thought that something had happened to her, such a big ball of blood, it was really dazzling!

Qi Yan turned his head with a complicated expression, only to see that on the couch, the mattress was topped into a small mountain bag, and the flower fat mist was trembling inside, and even the entire mattress was trembling gently.

He walked over and lifted the mattress, halfway through it, when his hand suddenly stopped.

In the futon, her little face was revealed, so white that there was hardly a trace of blood, the cold sweat of the bean hung on the sideburns, her lips were pursed, her eyes were closed, and she had completely lost her former spirit.

Qi Yan stared at her for a few seconds, and seeing that the look didn't seem to be fake, he couldn't help but put away his fierce face and softened his voice: "What's wrong?" ”

"Belly...... Pain. ”

Her voice was weak, and she could hear a pain in his chest.

Qi Yan frowned, he seemed to have heard that women have abdominal pain during menstruation, but is it so unbearable? How can you make this living treasure as docile as a little sheep?

"Don't call a doctor."

The flower fat mist wrapped the futon tightly, buried his face in the crook of his knees, and his voice was soft and soft, like a butterfly, falling lightly on his heart.

Qi Yan let out a shallow "um" and wanted to hug her, but his outstretched hand hung stiffly in the air, and somehow, he was suddenly a little embarrassed.