It was a familiar dull pain, gradually turning into a cramping pain, like knives slicing her internal organs.
She secretly thought something was wrong, her face pale with cold sweat slipping down, fingers tightly clutching onto Lu Shifeng's sleeve.
Lu Shifeng lowered his head and noticed her unease: "Xingyu, what's wrong?"
"I..." Su Xingyu opened her mouth with difficulty, but amidst the crowded bus, she was too embarrassed to speak out, taking a deep breath, she only whispered, "It's nothing, just... a bit of stomach pain."
"Stomach pain?" Lu Shifeng frowned, "Here?" His hand touched the area of her stomach.
Su Xingyu shook her head and said with difficulty in a small voice, "No... it's alright, really..."
Yet the pain was so intense her voice turned hoarse.
