Five minutes later, Ethan, who had quickly taken a shower, returned from the adjacent drawer with the necessary items for Stella, his complexion not looking too good.
After a bit of fussing around, when the two of them lay back in bed again, Stella held her stomach, her face faintly pale.
Ethan frowned at her, lips pressed, and then asked, "Do you want me to massage it for you?"
Stella turned her head, paused for a moment, then guided his hand to gently press against her slightly aching abdomen.
The warmth of his palm brought a comforting temperature, and the man earnestly massaged her stomach gently, with just the right amount of pressure, causing Stella to squint her eyes.
Ding ——
The phone on the bedside table lit up.
Stella reached out and picked it up, then opened the SnapChat app with the red notification dot, finding a friend request.
The SnapChat ID was unfamiliar, but the nickname and profile picture were very familiar...
"What's wrong?" Ethan noticed her silence.