Song Xiang gritted his teeth and roared with great effort, finally using up his last bit of energy.
Yan Han didn't think she was pretending, but she was really at a loss.
"What happened to you?"
Song Xiang grabbed his collar and breathed a sigh of relief, "Sheng, Li, Qi!"
Yan Han was silent for a moment.
His eyes fell on the face of the person in his arms, and he was stunned for a moment.
He kept moving and didn't move at all.
Song Xiang swallowed, "Mr. Yan, can you put me down first?"
Hearing this, Yan Han leaned over stiffly, gently put the person down, and then put the quilt back as it was.
Song Xiang lay down and felt that all the blood in his body was flowing backwards.
Yan Han stared at her for a while, then turned to make a phone call.
"what you do?"
"Call a doctor."
"No need." Song Xiang quickly got up again, "I'll just drink some hot water."
There is no immediate cure for dysmenorrhea other than taking painkillers, and calling a doctor is useless.
Yan Han didn't understand and didn't listen to Song Xiang at all.
"Brown sugar ginger tea!" Song Xiang shouted the key point.
Yan Han stopped and asked, "What?"
Song Xiang closed his eyes and said, "Just ask me for a cup of brown sugar and ginger tea. There is no need for anything else."
Yan Han's face was serious and hesitant.
Song Xiang lay on the bed, feeling weak, "Will you listen to me? Doctors can't cure this disease, I'll just take it easy and it will be cured."
She curled up softly in the quilt, as if her soul had been taken away, and she had no strength to speak.
Yan Han thought for a while and decided to call.
Song Xiang was helpless, thinking that it was really embarrassing, so she called the doctor in the middle of the night because of her period.
She closed her eyes, her mind was groggy, and she was ready to be embarrassed, but the doctor didn't come.
There was a sound of opening the door, but no voice.
She opened her eyelids and looked outside, vaguely seeing a woman outside. Yan Han took the things in her hand and said thank you.
The person who can make Yan Han thank you is definitely not the waiter.
Could it be Nian Anxi?
It's also impossible. With Nian An's thoughtfulness, it's impossible to just give something away and leave.
When the door was closed, she raised her head and looked in the direction of Yan Han through the strands of hair.
He seemed to put something in his hands and then walked to the bed.
"Get up and drink."
Song Xiang was surprised, "Brown sugar water?"
Yan Han responded lightly, sat down behind her, and helped her get up.
Song Xiang was in so much pain that her brain was not functioning properly. Looking at the bowl in front of her and feeling the people behind her, she always felt that it was not real.
The sweet taste is imported, slightly spicy with shredded ginger.
I took a sip and didn't really want to drink it.
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue and said fiercely, "Drink it all!"
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and turned away, "It tastes bad."
Perhaps it was because she was too uncomfortable, or because Yan Han had been so easy to talk to in the past two days, so she unconsciously acted a little bit, her tone of voice was soft and a bit coquettish.
Yan Han kept asking her to drink the medicine, but didn't notice the difference.
Song Xiang didn't want to drink, so he put his arm around her from behind and opened her mouth with force.
Song Xiang was desperate, "I'll drink..."
Yan Han snorted, "Hurry up."
Annoying!
Song Xiang pursed his lips, held the bowl with one hand, and drank with his eyes closed.
My stomach was already feeling uncomfortable, but after drinking this big bowl, I felt like I was going to die on the spot.
Yan Han: "One more bowl."
Song Xiang leaned in front of him and gasped, "Mr. Yan, if you want my life, you might as well do something direct."