"Don't! I, I'll go out right away." Lin Xiaomi yelled weakly. She put some toilet paper on, blushed and went to open the door. She opened the bathroom door a little, and saw Leng Yihuang standing outside: "What's wrong? Diarrhea?"
Lin Xiaomi scratched her head in embarrassment: "Well, can I call a servant?"
Leng Yihuang frowned: "What are you calling the servant for? Tell me if you have anything!"
Leng Yihuang's tone was tough, Lin Xiaomi leaned weakly by the door, it was really painful: "My aunt is here, I need to use my aunt's towel, can you find some for me?"
She thought of the man who couldn't understand the aunt's towel, and was about to explain it again, but Leng Yihuang understood it.
"It hurts again?"
"En." Lin Xiaomi nodded feebly.
Leng Yihuang pushed open the bathroom door, directly picked her up and put her on the bed: "Wait a while, I'll go down and ask."
After Leng Yihuang finished speaking, he walked out. Lin Xiaomi was lying on the bed weakly, with his little hands pressed tightly on his lower abdomen. At this moment, he suddenly realized that what he just said seemed to be "it hurts again"
How did he know that she had been in pain before
Footsteps sounded outside the door, but it was the servant A Cui who came in: "Young Madam, this is mine, you can use it first."
Lin Xiaomi held it weakly in her hand, and looked behind her: "Where's the young master?"
A Cui smiled slightly: "Master, I'm going to make brown sugar water for you." As A Cui said, Yunzi muttered: "I didn't expect the young master to understand this."
Lin Xiaomi looked up at her: "Didn't you tell him to drink brown sugar water?"
A Cui shook her head: "I haven't had time to say it yet, but the young master himself asked me where I put the brown sugar water at home. Young mistress, do you need a hot pot? It will be much better if I get you a hot pot and put it on your stomach." .”
Lin Xiaomi shook her head: "No, thank you." The weather was too hot, and she couldn't hug Rebao: "Go down and rest."
After A Cui left, she struggled to get up from the bed and ran into the bathroom to get another one.
When she came out, Leng Yihuang happened to walk in with brown sugar water.
"Drink it while it's hot." Leng Yihuang handed her the cup.
Lin Xiaomi drank all the brown sugar water obediently, and a thin layer of sweat burst out of her back. She fell weakly on the bed, and couldn't help but want to give birth humming.
She never had any pain before, since the last time, why did it start to hurt again!
It's all his fault!
While she was complaining in her heart, a big warm hand reached into her pajamas and covered her lower abdomen.
This movement made Lin Xiaomi's body slightly stiff, with an indescribably familiar feeling.
She looked back at the man behind her in surprise, and Leng Yihuang immediately leaned over, thinking she was in pain, and kissed her comfortingly on the cheek: "How about I ask Cheng Jie to come up and show you?"
Under the dim light, the silver mask looked extraordinarily soft, and even the cold feeling disappeared.
Lin Xiaomi shook her head, and said weakly, "Who is on her period to see a doctor."
Leng Yihuang thought about what she said last time, chuckled, and hugged her tighter, rubbing her belly with warm hands: "Then go to sleep, it won't hurt when you wake up. "
For the first time, Lin Xiaomi took the initiative to nest into his arms. The pain stimulated her sensitive nerves. These familiar scenes made her nose sour.
She had an unbelievably bold guess, could he just be...
If he really is, then there will be explanations for many things, things that she couldn't figure out before.
But will this be true
Lin Xiaomi's aching brain is not working well.
She struggled and fell asleep without knowing it.
Leng Yihuang gently rubbed her lower abdomen until her breathing gradually became even, then he also leaned on the bed and closed his eyes.
...
Lin Xiaomi woke up again, the dim bedside lamp was still on, and the clock on the wall pointed to past three in the morning.
There was still that warm hand on her belly.
She turned her head slightly, and saw Leng Yihuang lying beside her in an absolutely uncomfortable position.
Such a scene was inexplicably familiar to her.
The eye sockets are slightly moist.
She thought of Cheng Min's provocative words.
Cheng Min said that she didn't know who she married, and that she was just Leng Yihuang's plaything.
She thought of Tang Fengmo's hesitancy to speak.
Tang Fengmo clearly knew his identity, but he refused to tell her bluntly, but she had a feeling that Tang Fengmo would not push her into the fire pit, because he knew Leng Yihuang's true identity.
She remembered the strange words Leng Yihuang said today.
He said that he bullied her because he learned from her.
He also asked her if she was in pain again.
He also knows the aunt's towel for women and the brown sugar water to drink when in pain.
He would also put his palm on her lower abdomen to warm her stomach.
He married her who was unfamiliar, but he was extraordinarily gentle to her.
From Lin Xiaomi's point of view, all these things now have an answer.
Tears overflowed her eyes uncontrollably, she bit her lip and dared not make a sound.
Trembling hands slowly approached his silver mask.
She could hardly contain the overflowing joy in her heart.
But the next moment, she suddenly hesitated.
If all this is just her guessing...
If Lin Hai is not alive...
But soon, Lin Xiaomi raised her hand again, whether it was true or not, she wanted an answer.
The soft white hands gently landed on the silver mask, and the cold feeling under the fingertips made Lin Xiaomi's heartbeat suddenly slow down by half a beat.
She bit her lip, exerting a little force.
Suddenly, the wrist tightened!
A big warm hand suddenly covered her wrist.
The originally closed eyes slowly opened at this time, there was no drowsiness in it as she thought, he was not asleep at all!
Lin Xiaomi's heart was out of rhythm.
Leng Yihuang spoke with a hoarse voice: "What are you going to do?"
Lin Xiaomi bit her lip and asked, "Why do you have to wear a mask while sleeping? It must be very uncomfortable. I want to help you take it off."
"You want to see my face?" Leng Yihuang exposed her with a light smile.
Lin Xiaomi pursed her lips: "Yes! Aren't we already married? I want to see your face, no matter what you look like, I want to know." She paused and said: "Still, you Is it because of some reason that you are afraid that I will see your face?"
Leng Yihuang's eyes flashed: "For example?"
"For example... Maybe, I know the face under this mask, maybe he is the person I think may come back from the dead." Lin Xiaomi said, her teary eyes staring closely at his eyes, her small mouth stubbornly pursed.
Leng Yihuang slowly let go of her wrist, and said lightly, "Have you heard the story of Bluebeard?"
As soon as the eyelids closed, tears welled up, and Lin Xiaomi was not intimidated by him at all: "Even if this is the door of Bluebeard's locked room, I still want to see what's inside!"
As she spoke, she firmly took off the silver mask...