"Momo?" Li Qingshen quickly got up and quickly approached Ling Momomo. He stretched out his hand and touched her forehead, and found nothing unusual.

Ling Momo's stomach hurt so much that she couldn't breathe. She felt someone touching her in a daze. She subconsciously reached out and grabbed her. A wave of pain came. Her conditioned reflex increased her strength and she tightly grabbed Li Qingshen's hand. Because of the pain, she not only did not let go, but her strength increased little by little.

Her fingers were so cold.

Li Qingshen looked at the white fingertips that were tightly held by her, frowned slightly, and a hint of obvious concern in his tone: "What's wrong?"

Ling Momo gasped in pain, "It hurts..."

Li Qingshen did not react at first to where Ling Momo felt pain. He subconsciously wanted to ask back, and then suddenly remembered that Lu Niange ran to the door of his villa that night and said a lot to him that there was a sentence in which Ling Momo had dysmenorrhea.

Li Qingshen pursed his lower lip and stopped the words to his mouth.

Now in the middle of the night, the people on the mountaineering team are asleep, so it is really inconvenient to get up rashly to disturb people to prepare some hot water.

Li Qingshen stared at Ling Momo's pale little face for a while, as if he was hesitating, suddenly gritted his teeth and hugged the girl into his arms.

Ling Momo was not prepared at all, but felt a force, and then she fell into his arms, very warm, and had a very faint fragrance on his body.

Ling Momo trembled slightly, and before she could react, she felt the man's hand suddenly reaching into her clothes.

Ling Momo subconsciously held her breath and instinctively stretched out her hand to push Li Qingshen away.

"Don't move." Li Qingshen's voice was dull and fell into Ling Momo's ears in a low voice. Her head was right next to his lips. When he said this, a heat spilled on her ears, making itchy. Ling Momo's fingers shook slightly, and she couldn't help but tremble, and then she really forgot to move for a while.

Then, Ling Momo felt Li Qingshen’s warm big hand passing through her clothes and landing on her lower abdomen.

His palm was very warm, and there was a constant stream of warmth from his palm to her abdomen.

I don’t know if it was because of nervousness, but a thin layer of sweat finally broke out in Li Qingshen’s palm.

Ling Momo was so nervous that she didn't dare to move, and even held her breathing.

The warmth in the abdomen slowly relieved the pain, and she became more and more comfortable, and her breathing gradually stabilized. After struggling for so long, she was already sleepy and tired. Ling Momo leaned against Li Qingshen's chest and breathed gradually stabilized and fell asleep.

Li Qingshen stared at Ling Momo's sleeping face, and his eyes gradually became blurred and far-reaching. He looked at her for a long time, turned his head gently, and printed a light kiss on her forehead.

She seemed tired and slept very heavily. When his soft lips touched her forehead, she did not react at all. The corners of her lips were slightly bent, as if she was having a satisfied dream.

Li Qingshen stayed on her forehead for a long time, and he felt his neck stiff, and then he reluctantly moved away.

The next day, Ling Momo woke up first. At first, she was confused and confused. When she moved slightly, she felt a hand on her lower abdomen. She suddenly felt like she was frightened. She sat up all of a sudden and woke up Li Qingshen, who was originally asleep.

Li Qingshen opened his eyes and stared at Ling Momo's gaze was also confused.

The two of them were silent for a few seconds, and Ling Momo gradually regained his mind. What happened last night appeared in her mind bit by bit.

She had dysmenorrhea, and in order to make her feel more comfortable, Li Qingshen took her hands to warm her...

Thinking of this, Ling Momo's face turned completely red. She turned off in panic and did not dare to go to see Li Qingshen.

Li Qingshen quickly woke up, but compared to Ling Momo, he was extremely calm. He stood up slowly and slowly tidied up his clothes. Seeing Ling Momo sitting there in a daze, he cleared his throat and asked in a very calm tone: "Is it better?"

Ling Momo first glanced at him, then quickly dodged away, then nodded randomly, "It's much better."

Li Qingshen nodded gently, silent for two seconds, and said, "Then you clean up, I'll get some food."

"Yes." Ling Momo responded, and when she raised her head again, Li Qingshen had already gone out.

She was stunned for a while before she stood up, walked out of the tent and went to the bathroom. When she came back, Li Qingshen had already returned to the tent.

When Li Qingshen saw her coming in, he took out a bag of milk from his clothes, took a cup, got in, and handed it to Ling Momo.

Ling Momo took it, took a sip, and found that the milk was actually warm.

Ling Momo thought of the scene he had just seen, and immediately realized that the milk was warmed by Li Qingshen's body.

Under such arduous conditions, drinking a cup of hot water is a luxury, and he...

Ling Momo's heart trembled suddenly, and when he held the cup's hand, he couldn't help but use a touch of strength.

Li Qingshen looked at Ling Momo who was drinking milk silently, thought for a while before speaking, "Let's go down the mountain later."

When Ling Momo heard this, she was stunned. The next second she raised her head, looked at Li Qingshen, and asked in confusion: "Why?"

Li Qingshen's throat rolled up and down for a while, and then said: "The colder the more you go, the thinner the oxygen will be, and your body will be unable to bear it."

Ling Momo clearly heard the full concern in his tone from his usual indifferent and distant voice.

She looked at him and reacted for two seconds. It turned out that he was going down the mountain because he was worried about her body...
Chapter completed!