Chapter 32 Faint From Pain
"Huanhuan, why are you back just now? I'm almost starving to death. I've washed all the dishes."
Yan Huan wanted to smile at her, but her forehead was covered with cold sweat. Suddenly, her eyesight went dark. She quickly grabbed the door panel and tried hard to support herself, but in the end she still refused. He fell hard.
Until she opened her eyes again, she actually didn't know what time it was. It seemed that it was already dark outside and the lights were on. After a busy day, the whole family could have a good rest. They sat together, had dinner, and watched TV for a while, but she and Yi Ling could only stay in this small room, guarding their little room, counting their few little ones. money.
"Huanhuan, are you awake?" Yi Ling suddenly raised her face, and when she saw Yan Huan opening her eyes, she immediately threw herself on her.
"Huanhuan, you really scared me to death. I thought you were going to die like my aunt. What would I do if you died too? Wuwu..."
Yan Huan moved her almost transparent lips, then reached out and patted Yi Ling's shoulder gently, "Yi Yi, can you get up first?"
"No, no, no," Yi Ling wiped Yan Huan's body with tears and snot, "I'm really afraid that you won't wake up from your sleep."
"But you're crushing me to death," Yan Huan laughed bitterly. Really, she was almost out of breath.
Yi Ling quickly sat up straight, then stretched out her hand to help Yan Huan breathe, "Are you okay?" But her nose still had snot hanging from the bottom of her nose. She looked even more pitiful than Yan Huan, and she couldn't be more pitiful. How pitiful.
"Well, I'm fine," Yan Huan wanted to sit up, but her stomach hurt again. It was a sour feeling that a woman would not understand.
"Don't get up." Yi Ling quickly wrapped her up tightly with a quilt. "The doctor said you took cold water during your menstrual period, that's why you fainted from the pain."
"I said, why are you so cold-blooded? You know you have this problem."
While scolding, Yi Ling helped Yan Huan tuck in the quilt, like an old woman who started to like to be verbose.
"I didn't pay attention, maybe I washed my hands, right?" Yan Huan kept silent about the fact that he had added an extra scene, so as not to worry Yi Ling.
"You are the only one who is clean," Yi Ling forcefully poked Yan Huan's face with her finger, "When have you not forgotten to wash your hands?"
Suddenly, her stomach growled.
"I'm hungry," she touched her belly, "What should I do? There are still some dry biscuits at home." They wouldn't eat these dry biscuits to satisfy their hunger at night, and then drink boiled water, right?
"Shall we go out to eat?" Yan Huan sat up carefully. In fact, it didn't hurt much, but he felt a little uncomfortable.
"Can you do it?" Yi Ling was worried about Yan Huan's fragile body. Really, if the wind blows, it will fall over, and if the wind blows again, it will be blown away.
"Well, it's okay. Only when you're full can you rest better," Yan Huan said and stood up, preparing to go to the bathroom.
"How about we just eat pancakes and boiled water? By the way, there is also a lump of pickles at home. Each of us will share half of it and nibble it."
Yan Huan came out of the bathroom. She put on light makeup and felt that her complexion was much better. She was not as white as a ghost not long ago.