Yun Ya gave him a push: "You idiot." She cried and suddenly laughed, "Didn’t you take biology in middle school? Women bleed for a few days every month." Yan Song was stunned and hadn’t reacted yet, his brows furrowed so tightly they could kill a fly: "What are you talking about? Bleeding is life-threatening, no, we have to go to the hospital." Yun Ya was speechless and suddenly frowned: "Don’t move." Yan Song really didn’t dare to move, half-kneeling on the bed, looking at her nervously. Like a spring gushing forth, Yun Ya let out a muffled groan of discomfort, her hands clutching the bedsheet beneath her tightly. Yan Song immediately asked worriedly: "What’s wrong? Where are you feeling unwell?" After a moment, Yun Ya raised her hand, carefully tracing his brows and eyes, and smiled faintly: "Brother Yan, you’re so silly...." Yan Song grabbed her hand, his eyes betraying his anxiety. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, looking incredulous, but quickly starting from his ears, his whole face turned red. He abruptly stepped back, somewhat flustered as he got off the bed, not knowing where to put his hands and feet. He didn’t dare to look Yun Ya in the eyes. "I...." He took a deep breath, the usually composed and calm man seemed at this moment like a child, at a loss. Yun Ya was amused by his silly expression: "What about you?" Yan Song suddenly sat down and held her hand, "I didn’t know, I’m sorry, and I still had you out in the garden for so long." Yun Ya was right, how could he be so silly? Yun Ya smiled: "It’s fine, Brother Yan, you should go back and rest." Yan Song didn’t move, raising his hand to touch her face: "Are you feeling very uncomfortable?" Yun Ya shook her head: "It’s fine." Yan Song’s palm landed on her lower abdomen, slipping under her clothes through a seam, his hand was scorching, making Yun Ya shiver suddenly. Yan Song’s palm rhythmically rotated and pressed on her belly, with just the right amount of pressure. After a while, the cramping pain in her stomach slowly eased. Yun Ya looked at him in surprise: "Brother Yan, how do you know how to massage?" He really knew quite a bit. Yan Song smiled: "Once I saw my dad do this for my mom, so I remembered it. I thought at the time, I would do the same for my wife in the future." Uncle Yan and Aunt Zhuang remained as loving as always even after many years of marriage, growing up in such a family, Brother Yan could grow up to be so excellent, influenced by his parents, passionate about love and faithful in marriage. After massaging for a while, Yan Song asked: "Feeling better?" "Brother Yan, you should go rest now." Implying it’s time for him to leave. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel{f}ire.net Yan Song glanced up at her, adjusting her clothes, "You’re kicking me out." "You see, it’s so late, I want to sleep too." With that, she yawned. Yan Song glared at her: "Ungrateful, fine, you rest well, I’m going now." After saying that, he got up and left the room. Watching Yan Song’s tall back disappear at the doorway, she felt a bit of loss in her heart, then smiled, silently scolding herself for being sentimental. She propped herself up and got out of bed, looking at the large stain of blood soaking the sheets, thinking Brother Yan finally left. She called Ah Yun to tidy up the bed, while she walked towards the bathroom. Ah Yun found it terrifying, no woman is like Miss, it’s too scary, in just a couple of days she’ll be losing too much blood... Actually Yun Ya was also helpless, partly due to her physique, and also because it was the first time... Coming out of the bathroom, Ah Yun had already re-made the bed, she came over to help Yun Ya, and once Yun Ya sat on the bed, she brought over some ginger syrup and slowly served it to Yun Ya to drink. Yun Ya slowly lay down, Ah Yun turned off the lights, "Miss, if you need anything, call me, I’ll be outside keeping watch." After checking the doors and windows, Ah Yun carefully closed the door. In the middle of the night, Yun Ya suddenly felt a chill beside her, a body scorching hot pressed against her, making her back burn, instinctively she squirmed a little. A large hand tightly clasped her waist, came around her back, pulling her into an embrace, a big hand falling on her lower abdomen, gently pressing and rubbing. In a daze, she opened her eyes: "Brother Yan..., why are you here?" "Couldn’t sleep without holding you." Yun Ya smiled, found a comfortable position in his arms, closed her eyes, and fell asleep. Yan Song held her, but sleep eluded him. In the dark, his eyes glowed brightly. She seemed to have seen someone enter Miss’s room just now. Judging by the figure, it looked like Young Master Yan. She pursed her lips in thought, then turned and left. Yun Ya didn’t wake up until nine o’clock, the spot next to her was already cold. Everything from last night seemed like a dream, but also very real. Ah Yun pushed the door open and came in, "Miss, you’re awake, are you feeling better today?"