She has dysmenorrhea, and has had it since her first menarche at the age of fourteen, but it is not serious, and it has basically improved under Chu Yilun's traditional Chinese medicine treatment. It has rarely happened again in the past year or so, even if it is
The crime is not that serious.
This time, it may be that the abdomen has been cold for a long time, which caused the dysmenorrhea to come again, and the menstrual cramps came on violently.
After all, it wasn’t all Ye Suluo’s fault! If he hadn’t torn up her clothes and forced her to take a bath for him half naked.
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How could she be in so much pain?
Although the entire Leng Yu's house has a central air-conditioning system and the room temperature is always maintained at the most suitable temperature for the human body, she will not catch the cold even if she is not wearing any clothes. However, at that time, women are not always better than usual.
More delicate?
"Okay, I'll let you lie down on the bed for a while. If you still feel better, we'll go to the hospital right away!" Yesilo compromised slightly.
"Yeah." Cheng Liuli nodded weakly. She really didn't expect that the dysmenorrhea would attack so fiercely this time, and her abdomen was like a knife.
As soon as he put her on the bed, she immediately curled up instinctively, and Yesilo pulled up the quilt and covered her thoughtfully.
Maybe it was her misunderstanding, but she saw that Yesi Luo's eyes were full of tension and anxiety - it looked exactly like Chu Yilun's expression when she was unwell!
She closed her eyes and felt as if someone had stabbed her in the heart again. The pain was so heartbreaking that her breathing was suffocated!
This expression of hers fell into Yesluo's eyes, making him even more nervous.
He couldn't help but put his hand on her lower abdomen and gently applied force, "Where does it hurt? Is it here?"
The cold lower abdomen felt like cool jade. Even though Yesilo didn't understand anything about his daughter, he roughly guessed that Cheng Liuli might have suffered from cold in the abdomen.
Pain, grievance, and most importantly, the heart-piercing longing.
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Cheng Liuli indulged herself and ignored Yesuluo, and a drop of clear tears slowly rolled down from the corner of her eyes.
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His hot thumb gently wiped away her tears.
Then, the big palm moved to her cold and cold abdomen again, and with a very ironing force, he massaged her abdomen that was tortured to death.
His palms were so warm, so huge, and so powerful. There seemed to be some slight calluses on the palms and fingers, which should have been left over from years of handling weapons, but it did not affect the almost perfect touch that those palms gave her.
Experience!
She never knew that just a pair of hands could save her from such severe pain!
He must have learned some commonly used acupuncture points, focusing on massaging the Shenque, Zhongwan and other acupoints on her abdomen. Maybe the warm velvet quilt soothed her tense nerves, or maybe his massage really had an effect.
Half an hour later, Cheng Liuli's abdominal pain had eased a lot.
She knew it was time for Yesi Luo to let go and rest.
However, she was a little greedy for Yesi Luo's big palm to massage her abdomen. This relaxing, comfortable and warm feeling, she told herself in her heart, two more minutes, just two more minutes of massage.
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That's it for her.
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"Can't sleep? Let's watch a movie?" While massaging her, Yesi Luo picked up the remote control at hand and turned on the home theater.