I didn’t know that you shouldn’t get cold during your period or eat cold things. Later, when she realized she had nstrual pain, she didn’t know what dicine to take. She found Fenbid online and took it for several years, but never consulted a traditional Chinese dicine doctor. Even after having Little Baby, her nstrual pain hadn’t gotten better. Every month, when her period cos, she endures hours of pain where she can barely breathe and has to rely on dicine to get through it.
After Mr. Li found out her stomach hurt during her monthly period, he took her to see a Western doctor, and then followed Cui Jiangjing’s advice to find a renowned traditional Chinese dicine gynecologist.
Unfortunately, the doctor said she had suffered from nstrual pain for too long, and her body was damp and cold. Even with Chinese dicine treatnt, it wouldn’t show results after just one or two tries; it requires long-term use of the dication along with lifestyle adjustnts, including avoiding cold things.
From that day on, this man seed to rember the doctor’s words.
He took the doctor’s advice as a sacred command to follow, often using the doctor’s words to manage her.
"I take my dicine every day; walking a few steps should be fine."
Rong Yan continued to move around recklessly.
Li Shengxiao was ignited by her movents. He used his self-control to suppress the sparks she stirred in him, and in a deep, voice he warned, "You better not move around too much. If you keep moving, there won’t be a wedding!"
He’s not Liuxia Hui; he can’t remain composed with his beloved woman in his arms.
If she continued to move, he wouldn’t be carrying her into the wedding banquet hall; he’d take her directly to a nearby hotel!
After his warning, he took a few deep breaths, hoisted the person in his arms up a bit, and securely held her soft waist, carrying her firmly and powerfully.
"Yanyan, don’t move around, be good and listen."
His voice was hoarse and doting, like a marshmallow, ready to spoil her thoroughly!
Rong Yan froze montarily, completely forgetting about the embarrassing sound of her loud heartbeat. She wrapped her arms around his neck, staring at his face in a bit of a daze...
For them, it was only a few seconds, but for the reporters outside waiting for a photo of the bride and groom, their cara flashes seed to go crazy.
"Look here."
"Both of you, look here."
"Over here, look over here."
Rong Yan’s skin was snow-white, as smooth and delicate as milk. Her off-the-shoulder bridal gown was custom-made for her by an international designer over the span of six months. The snow-white bridal gown had a train at least two ters long; even though Li Shengxiao was very tall among n, the train of Rong Yan’s gown still partially dragged on the ground, resembling a cloud, with countless diamonds adorning the puffy fabric. In the sunlight, the diamonds reflected beautiful hues, akin to a princess’s gown in a fairy tale, making the eyes of the female reporters on site turn red.
No wonder, they were envious.
She had beauty, fa, and married into a top prestigious family with a young, accomplished, and noble husband. The wedding was held in a banquet hall, and the wedding gown was like sothing out of a drama. What woman wouldn’t be envious? Their eyes were practically green with envy, wishing they could pull Rong Yan from the tall, handso man’s arms and replace her with themselves, but there was no hypothetical!
"Hold onto my neck tightly, don’t fall."
Rong Yan obediently tightened her arms, her face too hot, she simply buried her head in his arms like an ostrich, "... Hmm."
"Mr. Li, look here."
"Bride, can we get a frontal shot?"
Li Shengxiao didn’t even glance at the reporters, hoisting the person in his arms up a bit more, holding her more securely, and steadily stepping forward.
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