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"It's OK. It's just that my stomach hurts." Lin Kexin, with her sour legs and song Qingyun's arm, walks hard toward the bed.

Dysmenorrhea has been a problem for many years. Every time I come here, I feel pain.

When she was in love with song Qingyun before, she usually didn't meet him on the pretext of busy work when she came to her aunt, so he didn't know what the pain would be like when she came to his aunt.

This time, it should be his first time.

"Dysmenorrhea?" After all, it is the doctor. The sunshine is unique. The first one can see where he asked.

Lin Kexin nodded hard, "it will be OK in a moment."

"You lie down first." Seeing that the cold sweat on her forehead has come down, song Qingyun's heart is about to break. He helped her to the bed and lay down, and ran out to look for something in a hurry.

After searching for a long time, I realized that this was their wedding room, and many things were not taken from the old house.

Annoyed, he scratched his head. He frowned and looked around. He caught a glimpse of the mineral water bottle on the table. He immediately took it up and filled it with hot water.

The top of the bottle is wrapped with a layer of towel, which can be taken to the pain of lying on the bed.

"Here, put this on your stomach."

At this time, she even did not have the strength to speak, obedient, let brother Qingyun put the water bottle on her stomach.

"I've placed an order for brown sugar online. Please bear with it. It should be delivered soon."

Seeing her pain like this, song Qingyun did not have any sense at all.

He hugged her tightly, what he wanted to say and do, but he didn't know what to do.

This feeling of bewilderment seemed to be his second experience.

The first time was on the day of the wedding, when he was totally stupid.

This time, she was in front of him, and he could only watch her pain, but nothing could be done.

It's a really good feeling.

"Better?"

Feeling that her body in her arms is not as strong as the shaking just now, song Qingyun asked in a hoarse voice.

Lin Kexin nodded slightly, "I'm ok, brother Qingyun, you should have a rest earlier."

She doesn't want brother Qingyun to look at her like this all night. It's too hard.

Song Qingyun opened his mouth and was about to say something when he heard the doorbell ring.

"Maybe brown sugar has arrived. I'll have a look." He let go of her, jumped out of bed, put on his slippers and strode out.

Abdominal pain, coupled with low mood, Lin Kexin turned over, pulled the quilt to cover her face, and secretly wiped tears.

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Song Qingyun took the brown sugar and went directly into the kitchen.

Put the small pot of milk on the gas stove, pour water, add brown sugar and cut ginger slices, turn high and start to boil.

While waiting anxiously, I look at the bedroom from time to time. I don't know if Kexin is comfortable now.

Ten minutes later, he thought it was almost over. He turned off the fire, poured ginger into the glass, and immediately walked to the bedroom.

Hearing the footsteps of brother Qingyun approaching, Lin Kexin quickly wipes the tears out of his eyes and pretends to be calm.

"Kexin, get up and drink some ginger syrup, your stomach will be more comfortable."

First put the cup on the bedside table, he bent down and slowly helped her up.

At the sight of her red eyes, song Qingyun's heart hurt like a needle. He stretched his mouth in a straight line and secretly vowed to cure her dysmenorrhea.

Without breaking through her tears, song Qingyun sat by the bed, leaning his soft and fragrant body against his arms and holding a cup over him, "come on, I'll feed you."

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