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... the sofa in the reception room, holding his belly in both hands, and frowning tightly, as if sick.
Mo Yinhe walked over with big strides, and put his hand on her forehead, no fever.
He whispered: "What's the matter, stomachache?"
"fine."
Si Mingjing turned around, facing the back of the sofa.
Not long after Ye Siyuan left, she felt pain in her lower abdomen, intermittently, like waves hitting her lower abdomen.
Sometimes swiftly, sometimes ge ...
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