Yu Siqiao leaned toward her, his broad palm gently caressing her smooth and fair ankle, and murmured with narrowed eyes, "You're in bed dressed like this, what do you think I want to do?"
Mo Shu shuddered all over, then suddenly let out a cry of agony, "Ah! My stomach hurts! It's over, my child is going to be hurt because of you!"
She arched her back in pain, her face wrinkling up, looking extremely distressed.
Yu Siqiao felt a shock in his heart and immediately let go of her hand.
Mo Shu took the opportunity to break free, holding her stomach with both hands, "Ah... it hurts so much, my stomach, my child..."
Yu Siqiao was startled.
He hadn't really done anything, just wanted to scare her a little, so why was the consequence so severe?
Yet looking at Mo Shu rolling around on the bed in agony, a sense of panic couldn't help but arise in Yu Siqiao's heart. He stepped forward wanting to hold her, "Get up, I'll take you to the hospital!"
