Chapter 166: Xiaolin Bows Her Head to Beg Yang Xun

Yang Xun didn’t even furrow his brow at the scene. He simply lowered his head and took another sip of soup.

Everything was going exactly as he had expected.

"Argh... It hurts... It hurts so much!!"

Xiaolin squatted on the floor, cold sweat pouring down her forehead.

But soon, something occurred to her. She snapped her head up to glare at Yang Xun, her voice trembling. "Did you poison me?! Why does my stomach hurt so much?!"

"Poison you?"

Yang Xun scoffed and set down his soup bowl. His eyes swept coolly over Xiaolin as he said calmly, "You sat down at the table before I did, and I didn’t cook the meal. When would I have had the chance to poison you?"

With that, Yang Xun stood up and began clearing the dishes from the table. His movements were unhurried, showing no intention of paying Xiaolin any mind.

Squatting on the floor, Xiaolin’s face was a mixture of pain and shock, her mind racing.

’That’s right... I came out and sat at the table before Yang Xun, and Xu Yue cooked everything. From start to finish, Yang Xun never even touched the food. If he’d made the slightest move, there’s no way I would have missed it. So my stomachache has absolutely nothing to do with Yang Xun. But the question is... how did he know in advance that my stomach was going to hurt? And he was accurate down to the second! What does that mean? It means Yang Xun actually saw that there was something wrong with my body!’

Once she connected the dots, Xiaolin’s attitude changed in an instant.

"Save me... Please, save me!!"

Xiaolin squatted on the floor, looking up at Yang Xun as he cleared the dishes. Her once proud and cold face was now a mask of desperation, and her voice was strained. "You knew my stomach was going to hurt, so you must have a way to save me! Please! Help me!"

Yang Xun carried a few bowls to the kitchen doorway. Without turning back, he said casually, "Your illness is indeed a trivial matter for me to handle. But I have to do the dishes right now. You’ll have to wait."

With that, he walked into the kitchen, and the sound of rushing water started.

"Yang Xun!!"

Xiaolin was on her knees, the cold sweat on her forehead now flowing like a stream. Her delicate, oval face was contorted in agony, and she was curled into a tight ball.

She finally understood. Yang Xun was angry with her.

’To be honest, if I were in his shoes, being subjected to cold sarcasm every single day, who wouldn’t be furious?’

"I’m sorry!"

Gritting her teeth, her voice thick with sobs, Xiaolin said, word by word, "Yang Xun, I’m apologizing to you! My attitude was awful just now. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, I’m sorry! Please, just save me first, okay? My stomach is killing me! I’m begging you!!"

By the end, tears were streaming down her face, mixing with the sweat on her forehead and smearing her makeup.

It was just too painful.

The pain was like someone was twisting a small knife inside her stomach. With every turn, her vision blurred a little more, and her insides churned.

The sound of running water from the kitchen stopped.

Yang Xun wiped his hands dry and walked out.

He looked at the tear-streaked Xiaolin on the floor, remaining silent for two seconds before jutting his chin toward the living room sofa. "Fine. Go lie down on the sofa. I’ll treat you."

"Really?!"

A brilliant light instantly burst forth from Xiaolin’s red, swollen eyes, like a drowning person clutching at a final straw.

She immediately tried to push herself up from the floor, but a sharp, stabbing pain from her lower abdomen made her collapse back down. Her legs felt as heavy as lead; every movement made her grimace in pain. Forget walking to the sofa—she couldn’t even stand up straight.

After struggling for a moment, she fell back to the floor.

Seeing this, Yang Xun sighed softly. "Forget it. I’ll do it."

With that, he bent down, slid one arm under Xiaolin’s knees and the other behind her back, and lifted with both arms.

The next moment, Xiaolin’s soft, curvaceous body was in Yang Xun’s arms.

The loose pajamas did little to hide the feeling of her soft body against him, the sensation passing through the thin fabric unhindered.

Her warm body, the fine beads of sweat on her wheat-colored skin, and the unique, faint fragrance wafting from her hair and neck.

It was a faint, sweet scent, like a mix of some flower and shower gel.

In that instant, the scene he’d witnessed through the crack in the door last night flashed unbidden through Yang Xun’s mind.

Xiaolin, naked and fooling around on the bed with Xu Yue... her breasts, a size fuller than even Xu Yue’s; her firm, wheat-colored waist; and those long, straight thighs...

Lust flared up inside him, and his body swelled with astonishing speed.

At that moment, lying in Yang Xun’s arms, Xiaolin clearly felt something pressing against her side.

She froze for a moment, glanced down, and her eyes instantly flew wide.

"You... Don’t get so worked up!"

She never imagined that Yang Xun would have such a strong reaction just from picking her up!

’And... isn’t this a little much?’

She could feel its astonishing size even through his pants, and it was frighteningly hot.

Xiaolin’s mind went blank for a second. The extra-large toy she had taken out to "teach" Xu Yue with last night flashed through her thoughts.

She subconsciously compared its size to the sensation she was feeling right now.

And came to a conclusion that made her scalp tingle.

’It seems... it’s even bigger than that?’

’Oh my god, this guy is unbelievable!’

"Ahem."

Yang Xun’s face flushed red. He cleared his throat, quickened his pace toward the sofa, and tried to sound as calm as possible. "It’s just a physiological reaction. Don’t read too much into it."

"Who’s reading too much into it?!"

Xiaolin retorted instinctively, but her voice clearly lacked conviction. Not knowing where to look, she fixed her gaze on the ceiling, the tips of her ears burning red.

A few steps later, Yang Xun placed Xiaolin on the sofa.

The moment Xiaolin lay down, another violent, wrenching pain shot through her lower abdomen. She curled into a ball, hands clutching her stomach, the earlier embarrassment instantly washed away by the agony.

"Ah... it hurts, it hurts... Yang Xun, hurry up!!"

"What’s the rush? You’re not going to die."

Yang Xun squatted down beside the sofa. His gaze swept over Xiaolin’s curled-up form, and his brows furrowed slightly.

His gaze landed on the hands clutching her lower abdomen. "Move your hands," he said flatly.

"What?"

"Move your hands. How am I supposed to take a look if you’re covering it?"

Xiaolin hesitated, but the pain left her no room to think about anything else. She obediently moved her hands.

Yang Xun reached out his right hand, placed two fingers on Xiaolin’s wrist, and closed his eyes.

A wisp of True Qi seeped from his fingertips, slowly traveling along Xiaolin’s meridians to probe the source of her illness.

A moment later, Yang Xun opened his eyes, a look of understanding on his face.

It was just as he had observed at the dinner table.

Xiaolin’s condition wasn’t complicated, but the consequences of not treating it promptly would be severe.

"How is it? What is it, exactly?"

Yang Xun withdrew his fingers and got straight to the point. "For the past few months, have your periods been irregular? Either coming early or late, with an unstable flow?"

"You... How did you know that?"

Xiaolin’s expression flickered, a trace of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Furthermore..." Yang Xun ignored her question and continued, "Have you been suffering from insomnia lately? Waking up at two or three in the morning and being unable to fall back asleep? Then you feel drowsy during the day, lethargic, and have trouble concentrating?"

"Yes... You’re right about everything!!"

Xiaolin’s mouth fell slightly agape, her eyes filled with utter disbelief as she stared at Yang Xun.