Yu Chiyin stepped off the foot pedal and lunged forward, wanting to rush toward her.
However, when his feet hit the ground, the pain in his soles made him frown fiercely, and as he took another step, his stride was uneven.
"I'm fine..." Lu Fengxuan recovered slowly, lifting her small face to look at him.
"My chest just hurt for a moment, it's better now, don't worry, come over slowly."
She spoke reassuringly, yet failed to notice in the dressing table mirror how pale her own reflection looked.
How could Yu Chiyin not be worried? He hurried to her side, sat down, and his large hand embraced her petite body.
"Does it hurt here?"
As he asked, his large hand had already reached her left chest, gently massaging it.
It was just a momentary psychological effect for Lu Fengxuan, but being pregnant magnified her anxious emotions.
She did not stop his movements, nestling in the broad, warm chest of the man, listening to his steady heartbeat.
