Su Ye was left completely exasperated by his endless stream of questions.
She struggled slightly.
He lowered his gaze, watching her furrowed brow.
His gaze was deep and dark.
"What? Is my own benefactor now off-limits?"
Su Ye shook her head.
"That's not it."
she said, her expression complicated.
Su Qing gazed at her pale face. His eyelids drooped for a moment before he pulled her into his arms. For some reason, his voice softened.
"When you cracked the whip just now, did you pull on your wound? Does it hurt?"
Under his intense gaze, Su Ye grew increasingly awkward.
"No, I just have a bit of a stomachache."
Her voice grew quieter and quieter.
Su Qing gave her a confused look. Seeing that he wasn't going to let it go, she finally grabbed his lapel and whispered,
"I... I'm on my period. So it hurts a bit."
The word "period" was foreign to him. It took a long moment for him to understand what she was saying.
