Struggling, it felt like there were ten thousand hands grabbing her under the water.

Holding her, she sank, falling, getting further and further away from the sun and air...

In the dream, her facial features wrinkled together, her body curled up, and she let out an unconscious moan.

Luo Fengtang finished the matter as quickly as possible.

As soon as she opened the door, she heard her muffled moan coming from the other side of the bed.

With a frown on his face, he closed the door and rushed to the bed.

When he opened the curtain and took a look, he was startled.

Qing'er's quilt was kicked off at some point.

She was huddled up in a ball wearing only her autumn clothes for sleeping.

His face was pale and bloodless.

Those brows were tightly knitted together.

His eyes were closed tightly, so he probably wasn't awake.

From time to time, a few small moans came out of his mouth, as if he was experiencing extremely painful things in a dream...

"Are you sick?"

He raised his hand and touched her forehead.

Not hot!

It must be a nightmare.

He thought to himself, picking up the quilt that was kicked off by her, and was about to cover her up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something stained on the sheets. His hands shook and his face instantly turned pale.

What is that?

Blood?

He swallowed and moved her body with trembling fingers.

This time, he looked carefully.

There were some on the sheets and more on her pants.

There was a loud buzzing in his head.

The whole person froze in place, and his mind went blank.

Why did Qing'er bleed so much?

Is she injured?

No, she had been with him before and was unscathed!

His eyes scanned everything in the room.

The doors and windows are all closed, so no one from outside can get in.

There were no signs of fighting in the house!

What's going on?

Why did she bleed so much?

He really wanted to take off her pants and take a look, but that was her private part and he couldn't!

what to do?

He, who had always been cold and calm, was in a state of confusion at this moment.

He was circling anxiously in front of the bed, like an ant on a hot pot, and his scalp was almost scratched.
Chapter completed!