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nTranslator: Kanku

nProofreader

/editor: Piper

nBai Weiwei found the stomach medicine and immediately started poured a cup of warm water while she rushed back to He Poan.

nHe Poan was in so much pain that he was about to lose consciousness. He felt like his stomach was being stabbed by a knife. The pain was so immense that his vision blackened.

nBai Weiwei touched his forehead and found that it was covered in cold sweat.

n“Poan, take some medicine.” Bai Weiwei cupped his face and tried to put the medicine into his mouth.

nHe Poan grit his teeth and his face turned blue.

nThe medicine couldn’t be pushed in. Bai Weiwei felt anxious and tried to open his mouth but He Poan was shivering and clenching his teeth shut.

nBai Weiwei reached for the phone to call an ambulance.

nHe Poan seemed to know what she was about to do. Enduring the pain, he reached out and held onto her hand.

n“Medicine…Give it to me, I can’t go to the hospital…”

nBai Weiwei quickly turned back and grabbed a hold of him. She stuffed the medicine into his mouth, and then handed him the water.

nHe Poan seemed to have run out of strength after saying that sentence, not even having the strength to swallow the water and the medicine.

nSuddenly he felt something warm on his lips. Bai Weiwei kissed him and poured a mouthful of water into his mouth, forcing him to swallow.

nHe Poan’s eyelashes shook a bit and he forced his eyes to open. But he only saw Bai Weiwei’s eyes full of worry.

nHis head rested on her lap while his hands were tightly clutching her clothes, resembling an insecure boy seeking a warm home.

nHe Poan remembered that when he had stomach pains in the past he used to take medicine and then he would endure the pain alone until the medicine took effect.

nThe feeling was unpleasant, but it was better than other people seeing his stomach pains.

nSo he would rather endure it alone than to let people see his miserable side.

nHowever, although he was being held by Bai Weiwei, he surprisingly did not have the idea of escaping.

nSuddenly, Bai Weiwei pushed him back into the sofa. She then turned around and walked away.

nHe Poan frowned, his face was pale and he wanted to struggle. He couldn’t help but want to pull her back again. But she was walking too fast and he couldn’t stop her.

nWhen Bai Weiwei came back, she saw He Poan expressionless face.

nWas it really that painful?

nThen she saw He Poan’s bright, glistering eyes looking at her. She felt like she was being stared at by a bad dog.

nBai Weiwei reached out and unbuttoned his clothes. She then put a hot towel on his abdomen.

nHe Poan’s whole body shook. She thought that he must be in terrible pain. She immediately reached out and patted his head, as if she was comforting him.

n“It won’t hurt afterwards, you can get through it.”

nBai Weiwei was careful and gentle. Her hand pressed down on his abdomen, letting the heat of the hot towel play a therapeutic role.

nIn the past when she was sick, she used this method many times.

nThe effect of the drug started to reduce the stomach pain. He no longer felt the sharp, twisted pain in his stomach. He Poan didn’t know why but he didn’t push her away. Instead he pretended that he was unable to lift himself up, lying limp on the sofa, enjoying the feeling of her soft touch.

nBai Weiwei whispered: “There’s no pain, you can endure it. There’s no pain.”

nHe Poan’s face slowly improved and he began to feel comfortable. This time he was too tired and with the gentle voice of Bai Weiwei, he fell asleep.

nThis sleep was particularly comfortable.

nWhen he woke up he found that he was still lying on the sofa and covered with a quilt.

nWhere was Bai Weiwei?

nHe Poan immediately jumped up, feeling a little restless.

nHe suddenly heard a sound coming from the kitchen and felt happy. He immediately rushed to the kitchen.

nThis woman actually went to cook for him. She said that she didn’t love him anymore but she can’t let go of him within the span of a blink of an eye.

nHe walked into the kitchen with a smirk.

n“An Ge, you’re awake?”

nXiao Mu, the young man, was dressed in an apron and holding a pot in his hands as he smiled at him.

nKanku’s Corner: Lol, Xiao Mu is like a little wife. Cooking and cleaning for our ML.

nPiper’s Corner: Yep, little Xiao Mu is the MLs wife XD

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