Her stomach wasn't hurting so much anymore, and a smile finally began to appear on An Ning's face; she was more patient, too. "Wang Ma said that it was your idea to give me red bean water and to add safflower to the water for soaking my feet. How do you know how to take care of a woman with menstrual cramps? I'm really curious," she asked again.
Yu Jingchen didn't want to talk about this topic, actually, he was embarrassed to talk about it. "What's there to say about it? You should be sleeping right now, not chatting with me, got it?" he said.
An Ning lay on her side, propped against the pillow, her dark eyes intently fixed on him. "Why don't you want to talk about this? Could it be... that you took care of Dong Jing the same way in the past? Or perhaps you helped her with her postpartum confinement?"
The thought made An Ning start to feel jealous again, and her heart ached tremendously!
"What in the world are you always thinking about?" Yu Jingchen's face turned a shade darker.
