Rong Beiming felt distressed and pressed his forehead against hers. Fortunately, it wasn't hot.
He wiped away the sweat on her forehead with his fingers and pressed her head on his chest. Her delicate body trembled gently in his arms.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling bad?" He asked in a low voice, his voice full of tenderness and pity. Seeing her look like this, he was not only distressed, but also distressed.
Those unpleasant memories and proud self-esteem were all put aside. Holding her in my arms, she was in my heart and eyes.
When did holding her feel as satisfying as owning the whole world? When did looking at her make me no longer want to look at other women?
He hugged her tightly, gently tapped her cold lips with his thin lips, and rubbed them slowly.
As soon as he was gentle, Yu Nianen felt even more aggrieved. She grabbed his clothes with her small hands, her body kept shaking, and the tears she had held back for a long time fell down one by one.
Tears flowed into his mouth, salty and astringent...
She lost her child, who was their child. She didn't even know the child existed. She didn't even have the chance to touch her belly and tell the child, "Mom, I want you."
The suppressed sobs moved his waist and abdomen, and the pain became unbearable when he breathed, so he just hugged him and cried wantonly.
The more she cried sadly, the more pain her body would feel. Her fingers clenched the hem of his clothes tightly, holding on tightly.
"Okay, it's okay, let's go to the hospital." Rong Beiming patted her back comfortingly and tried to pick her up.
"I won't go... I won't go..." She shed tears and kept shrinking back.
"If you don't go, I won't go. I'll call Feng to come over and take a look."
"don't want……"
"I won't go to the hospital, and I won't let you see me. You're in so much pain, what if something happens?" He pulled her back into his arms with a little force.
Yu Nianen buried her face in his arms. Rong Beiming's white shirt was greatly wet: "It's an old problem."
"What?"
"My aunt is here and it hurts." Thinking about it, this is the most appropriate reason.
Rong Beiming looked down at her and asked softly: "Has it always been like this before?"
"Um!"
He breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked worriedly: "Seeing as you are in so much pain, why don't you go to the hospital and ask the doctor to prescribe some painkillers."
"No, just rest and you'll be fine." Her voice was soft, still a little crying. Her little face wrinkled up because of the pain.
After hugging her for a while, Rong Beiming gently pulled away her hand and tried to get up.
"Where to go?" She snorted first and then asked.
He kissed her forehead and whispered, "Wait a minute! I'll ask Aunt Ling if there's anything I can do to make you feel better."
"No more..."
"If you continue to be so stubborn, I will throw you directly to the hospital." His gentle and slightly threatening tone made Yu Nianen lie back on the pillow obediently.
After going downstairs, Aunt Ling came up to us: "Mr. Rong, is it okay to miss her...?"
"Nothing," Rong Bei meditated for a moment, then asked, "Aunt Ling, um... a girl has dysmenorrhea, what should I do to relieve the pain?"
"Dysmenorrhea?" Aunt Ling first breathed a sigh of relief, and then said nervously, "This matter is big or small, and it may affect future fertility. But then again, some women will not have it after giving birth.