Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song Chapter 237: Is Mommy Sick?

Song Yinyin was so startled that she instinctively fled the master bedroom.

After returning to her own room, Song Yinyin frantically closed the door and leaned against it, her chest heaving violently.

That was close, that was close...

She exhaled lightly, but there was still a fire burning inside her.

It wasn’t until a dull ache hit her lower abdon again that she realized her period had co, and she urgently needed to find a pad.

.........

In the master bedroom, the warmth had not yet dissipated.

It was only after confirming she had left that Lu Jihan turned to look at the doorway.

The door had sohow opened a foot wide, his brows furrowed tightly as he strode over to shut it firmly.

He braced the door with one hand while the other rubbed his aching temples, every muscle in his body tense, his forehead, back, and palms covered in fine sweat.

Earlier, Song Yinyin was like a jade statue, rosy and radiant, under the moonlight her whole figure seed delicate and transparent, as if a gentle breath could lt her away...

Large beads of sweat poured crazily from his forehead, cheeks, and back, and Lu Jihan swiftly turned and went to the bathroom.

Then he imdiately twisted the shower head, letting cold water drench his whole body, repeatedly washing away the turmoil in his heart with the cool water...

After a long while, he finally regained his composure.

Sitting back down on the sofa, his gaze landed on the dical kit on the coffee table, a wry smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Looks like he’ll have to apply the dicine himself.

Applying dicine to oneself is always inconvenient.

After applying the dicine, Lu Jihan was already drenched in sweat and went to the balcony, a cigarette hanging from his lips.

Watching the distant flickering fireworks, his heart gradually returned to its place. After inhaling the last puff of smoke, he extinguished the cigarette and flicked it into the nearby trash can.

.........

The next day, early morning.

Song Yinyin was sleeping soundly when she vaguely heard a rustling sound beside her ears, followed by the conversation of a big and small person.

"Daddy, is Mommy sick? Why won’t she wake up no matter how much I call her?" This innocent and cute voice was undoubtedly Song Dabai.

"Your mommy is indeed sick, so don’t bother her. I’ll take you downstairs to eat."

This ti, the person speaking had a deep, rich voice—was it Lu Jihan?

Wait a minute, Lu Jihan?

How did he end up in her bedroom?

Realizing this ’terrifying’ reality, Song Yinyin was instantly reminded of last night’s mories, as if her computer system had suddenly been activated.

She rembered rolling over on the sofa with him last night and imdiately opened her eyes, t with an exaggeratedly large handso face.

"Lu Jihan, why are you on my bed? Get off!"

She rcilessly slapped his hand away and swiftly pushed his chest, kicking him off the bed in one fluid motion.

Unprepared, Lu Jihan was kicked down, looking sowhat embarrassed.

Sitting on the floor in disbelief, he stared blankly at the woman who was startled awake from the bed and was now looking at him defensively.

It was actually little Song Dabai, who witnessed the scene, that spoke up first.

"Mommy, Daddy was covering you with a blanket. Why did you kick Daddy?" The little guy was standing up for his daddy.

Oh, she had misunderstood him?

She had thought he was sneaking into the guest room to try sothing untoward.

"I’m sorry." She stuck out her little red tongue and looked apologetically at Lu Jihan.