Chapter 87

Go to Ji Qianchen's side, stretch out a hand to hold her slender soft white arm, "get up, don't pretend."

For the sake of her trying to persuade him to have a meal, he will not be angry for the time being.

"Pain..."

Ji Qianchen frowned and covered his stomach. Thin sweat from the white forehead.

Are you really addicted to acting?

"I didn't pretend. My aunt came."

Ji Qianchen's pale and feeble voice, delicate lips, white without blood.

She will have dysmenorrhea!

He knew about it four years ago.

Every day will appear in front of him to brush the sense of existence. The girl behind him will disappear for several days in a month.

At first he didn't know why.

Later, I accidentally learned from her that when her aunt came, she would be half dead and could hardly get out of bed.

So the few days that disappeared were the days when she couldn't get up from bed because of her pain.

"Damn it." Ling Xiaohan immediately picked her up and went upstairs to the bedroom.

Entering the bedroom, he was ready to lay her on the bed.

"Wait, I have blood on my skirt. Take me to the toilet first."

Ji Qianchen begged him weakly, holding his arm tightly with his fingers.

As if to transfer the pain from his body to him.

Ling Xiaohan took her to the bathroom again and dealt with his aunt.

"Ask the servant to help me find a change of clothes. Besides, is there an aunt's towel at home?" Ji Qianchen breaks away from Ling Xiaohan with pain.

Ling Xiaohan is stupefied there, like a little brat.

"Go quickly."

"Oh." Ling Xiao was frozen for a few seconds and walked out of the bathroom with his head stuffy.

Only she dared to tell him to run.

Out of the bathroom.

Ling Xiaohan goes downstairs directly and orders the servant to deal with Ji Qianchen's needs immediately.

I found Zhang ma.

"Young master, do you want me to bring out lunch?"

"Go upstairs, and..." Ling Xiao was stunned and his voice was hoarse.

"What can I do for you, young master?"

"What to do with dysmenorrhea?" Ling Xiaohan thought about it. Zhang Ma, an old man of this age, must know how to deal with Ji Qianchen's severe dysmenorrhea.

"Does young lady have dysmenorrhea? Ouch, it's a bit serious. It's not good to take too many painkillers. You can only cook some brown sugar and ginger soup to warm the palace. In addition, you must not let little lady get cold. I'll get it ready and bring it upstairs with the meal. " Zhang Ma hurried into the kitchen and began to prepare.

"Well, come on." Ling Xiaohan nodded.

Go upstairs again.

In the bedroom.

Ji Qianchen has changed his clothes and lies on the bed. His body is cold and his lips turn from white to purple.

The whole body looks sick and weak, which makes Ling Xiao cold suffocate.

Sit to the edge of the bed, stretch out your hand and tuck in the quilt for her gently: "bear it again."

Ji Qianchen covers his aching stomach, bites his lower lip, and sucks out the cold air. He has to bite the lip.

Does it really hurt so much?

This is exactly what kind of pain, can let the little woman of energy all around wither instantly, lose life.

"Ling Xiaohan, I'm going to die. Really, I don't want to live." Ji Qianchen makes a little effort to seize Ling Xiaohan's arm and abandon himself.

The sharp nails pierced his flesh.

"Nonsense about you." Ling Xiaohan didn't say a word. He lifted the quilt and lay beside her.

She hurts, and he's with her.

"Why is it so painful? Why?" Ji Qianchen is biting his lips and roaring angrily.

This dysmenorrhea she ate countless Chinese medicine conditioning, for many years, have not been relieved.

Every month, we have to face a disaster that we can't escape.

"Stop biting your lips. Bite me." Ling Xiaohan can't explain why she is so painful.

I can only tear open my long and beautiful wrist and pass it to her lips to let her bite.

It's not good to bite such a beautiful lip.

"Well..."

Ji Qianchen is really rude. He grabbed his arm and bit it.

"Neighing" - Ling Xiao shivered with cold pain.

The pain was several times worse than what she had just scratched with her fingernails.

Paw print and tooth print left a miserable impressionist painting on his beautiful wrist.

"Better?"

See her loose lips, Ling Xiao cold eyebrows asked.

"No, not at all. It's killing me. I don't want to be a woman in my next life. Damn auntie, I'll give his grandma an egg! " Ji Qianchen pouts his lips and sends out a little woman's resentment all over.

Ling Xiao cold eyes stare round, can't believe looking at her: "these dirty words where to learn?"It's such a miserable scene. It's really not ambiguous to scold people.

"It's from the womb. Dead aunt. "

Add another sentence.

After scolding, my aunt seemed to be revenging on her, and she had a pain again. "Ouch, it's killing my mother."

"There's a way to keep it from coming, since you hate it so much." Ling Xiaohan can't see any more.

It's really damned of his aunt to ravage his woman in this way.

"What?" Ji Qianchen's eyes are shining with hope, and he stares at Ling Xiao's handsome face in the cold and prosperous age.

"Pregnant."

Ji Qianchen's heart trembled when he heard it.

"But we didn't do anything about it, and we haven't been pregnant yet." Ji Qianchen once thought he had a problem, or said Ling Xiaohan has a problem.

Ling Xiao is as cold as the eyes of the cold pool are gathering slightly, without opening up.

She has not been pregnant because of the contraceptive ingredients in her body.

That's why he changed the blood of the servants of Ling's family and changed the man who was hiding in the medicine.

Knock knock knock --

knock.

"Come in." Ling Xiaohan lifts the quilt and gets up.

Mama Zhang came in with lunch and a bowl of brown sugar and ginger soup.

"Young master, young madam, let's have lunch. In addition, young madam, this brown sugar and ginger soup has the effect of warming the palace. We must drink it all, so that your pain can be relieved a little." Zhang Ma especially told.

"OK, thank you, mom Zhang."

Ji Qianchen's polite thanks.

After Zhang Ma put down her things, she left the room.

Ling Xiaohan gently picked her up and leaned on the head of the bed.

Pass the bowl of brown sugar and ginger soup to her, "I'll feed you."

"No, I often drink it." Ji Qianchen snatched the soup bowl from him.

Zhang Ma carefully cooled the brown sugar and ginger soup to just the temperature of the entrance.

Ji Qianchen took a bowl of soup and drank it into his stomach.

Ling Xiaohan looks at her strong appearance, but he doesn't like it very much.

Damn it, why don't you play the game.

According to her former character, she would certainly ask him to feed her.

After drinking, the corner of the mouth stained with a few drops of reddish brown soup.

Ling Xiaohan takes out a tissue and gently wipes the corners of her mouth.

"Drinks are everywhere."

It sounds like a reproach in words, but it's a temperature to indulge.