As Yi Jian spoke, she lowered her head and looked gently at her skin under her fingers, only to see a layer of blood...
Yi Jian's movements suddenly stopped, and his expression was quite nervous.
Where did the blood come from?
All the lust in his body had been shaken by the blood on her body, and his indifferent eyes, with a touch of worry, carefully examined her white skin.
There wasn't much blood on her skin. He looked at his own body, but it was also clean. Except for some traces of siltation left by her torment last night, there was no sign of bleeding at all.
Where is that?
Yi Jian's body stiffened. He stood up quickly, and his mind went through where he had touched her body just now.
Subconsciously, he lowered his head and looked at her lower body.
But she didn't see any traces of bleeding. She raised her head and thought about it carefully. Thinking that her menstrual period should not come yet, she frowned and said in a light tone: "You, Yue."
Is the letter due date accurate?"
Zhong Qing's face turned red, her eyes were as charming as water, and her red lips were rippling with water when he kissed her. She looked at him and nodded.
"allow."
After the voice fell, Zhong Qing's originally red cheeks turned even redder. Her bright and clear black eyes were full of shy questions. She looked at Yi Jian and asked softly: "What's wrong?"
Yi Jian shook his head gently, stood up, took the clothes on the side and put them on his body. His expression was a little anxious. He lifted the quilt and covered Zhong Qing's body, while facing
Xu Ang shouted outside the door: "Xu Ang, go and call Mr. Qin over."
"Yes." Xu Ang just said a faint word, then turned and left.
Zhongqing looked at Yi Jian, frowning, confused, "Young Marshal, why did you call Qin Ye over? Are you uncomfortable?"
Yi Jian's brain was surrounded by many messy thoughts. It looked like the blood stains were flowing out from her lower body. Could it be that what she said that day was true and she was pregnant?
Of course, he didn't dare to say these words to Zhong Qing. She was naturally afraid of death. If she knew this, she would be frightened to death.
Yi Jian looked at Zhong Qing and stared blankly for a while. After a while, she came back to her senses and continued: "It's okay..."