Yun Ya gave him a push: "You idiot." She cried and suddenly laughed, "Didn't you take biology in middle school? Women bleed for a few days every month."
Yan Song was stunned and hadn't reacted yet, his brows furrowed so tightly they could kill a fly: "What are you talking about? Bleeding is life-threatening, no, we have to go to the hospital."
Yun Ya was speechless and suddenly frowned: "Don't move."
Yan Song really didn't dare to move, half-kneeling on the bed, looking at her nervously.
Like a spring gushing forth, Yun Ya let out a muffled groan of discomfort, her hands clutching the bedsheet beneath her tightly. Yan Song immediately asked worriedly: "What's wrong? Where are you feeling unwell?"
After a moment, Yun Ya raised her hand, carefully tracing his brows and eyes, and smiled faintly: "Brother Yan, you're so silly...."
Yan Song grabbed her hand, his eyes betraying his anxiety.
