The next morning, still in a state of sleep, Han Zhiyan suddenly let out a groan of pain, clutching her lower abdomen, her face contorted in agony.
Ye Wutian patted her face to wake her up.
Seeing her awaken, Ye Wutian asked, "Hey! Are you okay?"
Struggling to sit up and clutching her stomach, Han Zhiyan shook her head, her brow furrowed tightly. Her face had turned somewhat pale, and a fine sweat covered her forehead.
"Stretch your hand out, and I'll have a look," Ye Wutian reached out his right hand to her.
"No need," Han Zhiyan refused flatly.
"What, are you afraid I'll take advantage of you?" Ye Wutian said, feeling frustrated.
"I know what the problem is, you don't need to check," Han Zhiyan said laboriously, hunching over.
Suddenly, Ye Wutian had an idea and guessed, "Could it be your period has come?"
Han Zhiyan's cheeks flushed, and her gaze darted away.