"Have Su Niang make some porridge," the man told Li Qian as he picked her up and carried her upstairs.
Zhao Changsheng was just about to follow when Jianxiong stopped her, and Li Qian also shook his head at her. In the end, she had to sit down, holding back her frustration.
Back in the room, Su Mo lay down on the bed again while Lu Chen stayed by her side and asked, "If you feel uncomfortable, tell me."
"I'm fine," she shook her head.
He washed a towel and wiped her face.
"I can do it myself," Su Mo grabbed the towel and haphazardly wiped her face.
The man tidied her disheveled hair behind her ears and repeatedly asked, "Are you sure there's nothing uncomfortable?"
"Yes," Su Mo nodded, but the continuous unease in her heart kept disturbing her.
Su Niang brought sweet potato porridge, the first batch of the crop harvested was for Su Mo to taste. She pushed Lu Chen's helping hand away, got up, and went to change her nearly leaking sanitary pad.