Wei Anning's pretty face turned pale as she instinctively reached out to gently touch her lower abdomen. Last night, he had been so relentless, and they hadn't taken any precautions—could it be..., the more she thought about it, the more her heart raced, and she abandoned the fireworks and ran toward the main gate.
Leng Youchen was baffled by her actions. He quickly followed her in his wheelchair. She still had injuries on her body and couldn't run fast; within a few steps, Leng Youchen caught up to her. He grabbed her wrist, "Wife, where are you going in the middle of the night?"
"I..." Wei Anning looked at him in a panic, "I need to go to the pharmacy."
"What do you need from the pharmacy so late? Are you feeling unwell? I'll call the family doctor to come and give you a check-up." Leng Youchen feared it was his recent indulgence in play that caused her to catch a cold from the chill.