Bab 137: Idol Sheng Is Shopping For Pads

"An Xiaxia, you're getting smarter, are you? You're playing possum now?" Sheng Yize bellowed at her, looking grim. An Xiaxia could barely stand now and almost collapsed to the floor.

Sheng Yize then realized something wasn't right and caught her in his arms.

An Xiaxia's lips were colorless and her black hair was soon soaked with sweat. She kept her hands on her belly and wouldn't let go.

Sheng Yize carried her to her bed right away, and An Xiaxia grabbed her duvet in her arms and huddled inside it.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Sheng Yize sounded flustered as all kinds of possibilities ran through his head. Was it appendicitis? Pneumonia? Gastrosis?

An Xiaxia sobbed, "No…"

"Then why are you crying!" Sheng Yize snapped, at which An Xiaxia sobbed even louder.

"Don't cry. I'll call 120 and the doctors will be here soon." Sheng Yize caressed her hair to comfort her.