Zhang Lan was first stunned, and then startled back to reality as Zhang Xiaomeng dragged her to the bathroom door.
"Xiaomeng, don't do this. We can't do it here."
At this moment, Zhang Lan was truly panicked, with her own husband still lying in the hospital bed.
The thought of going into the bathroom to do that sort of thing was just unbearable for her.
So she clutched Zhang Xiaomeng's arm tightly and pleaded:
"Really, Xiaomeng, we can't do it here. I'm begging you."
Seeing the woman so desperate, Zhang Xiaomeng naturally didn't want to trouble her.
He gave Zhang Lan a smile, pointed to his lower abdomen, and said pitifully,
"Sister-in-law, I'm really uncomfortable right now. Can't you think of a way to help me ease it a little?"
"I..."
Zhang Lan's face turned red yet again at his words, but faced with Zhang Xiaomeng's pitiful look, she couldn't bring herself to outright reject him.
After hesitating for a bit, Zhang Lan said: