What's worse, this woman seems damn incapable of listening to anything.
"It's so late, are you tired? Should I run a bath for you to rest?" Xia Qingqian really didn't know what to say to him, and before her words could finish, she got out of bed to put on her shoes.
But at that moment, when she got out of bed, she dared not move, only half-sitting on the bed, reaching out to grab Beitang Yao's hand, shouting: "Young Master Yao, my stomach really hurts!"
Beitang Yao was really scared, hurriedly supporting her and asked anxiously: "Is your stomach hurting? Let me help you lie down, okay?"
Beads of sweat dripped from Xia Qingqian's forehead, and her lips were bitten to a pale shade. As Beitang Yao helped her to lie down, she painfully groaned, "Don't move! It really hurts."
"What's wrong? Does it hurt a lot?" Beitang Yao placed his hand on the back of hers which covered her belly, his brows furrowed into knots, "Qian Qian, don't scare me, talk to me."
