The way he spoke was stern and Lin Shiyu could see his entire face darkening when she lifted her head to look at him.
Once she complained about the pain, his face had turned totally black like a thundercloud.
"Mmm, my stomach hurts."
Fu Qinglun retracted his hand. "I'll call for a doctor…"
"Fu Qinglun!"
Fu Qinglun turned back, only to see her fingers clinging onto his pajamas. "There's no need for a doctor, it's my period."
She had her period?
Fu Qinglun lifted up the silk blanket, his gaze landing between her thighs.
She quickly closed her thighs, but fresh blood was still dripping down, a startling red against her fair legs.
Fu Qinglun's pupils contracted, feeling some discomfort in his throat. All he could think of was the scene 15 years ago, a scene with bright red blood dripping down the little girl's thighs.
