The bed creaked. Yichen fast approaching me as if this was something urgent.
Yichen didn't say a word. He simply wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest, tucking my head firmly under his chin.
"It's okay," he murmured into my hair, his voice low and vibrating against my ear. His hand moved in slow, soothing circles on my back.
After a second or two, he added. "Now, go clean up. Take a hot shower. I'll handle the rest."
I frowned, confused. "Handle what?"
"The cramps," he stated simply, as if he were discussing something he had already planned for. "I assume they are coming? You usually curl up into a ball and refuse to speak to anyone for the first twenty-four hours."
My eyes widened in shock. "How... how do you know that?"
Was he stalking me?
