Sir President, Your Stamina is Amazing!

Luo Yangyang was in so much pain that even the slightest movement would make her writhe in pain. She did not feel the resentment and hate from the previous two nights, but instead, she kept looking at the door to her side. For the first time ever, she wished Feng Sheng would walk in.

In the midst of her agony, Luo Yangyang heard some noises coming from behind her.

She turned around and saw a black figure near the opened curtains. Her eyes brightened at the sight in front of her. 

This time, she was not startled. No one would barge into her room in the middle of the night except for Feng Sheng.

Watching Feng Sheng's lean body walking over with his back to the moonlight, Luo Yangyang had a question in her mind.

Did Feng Sheng always come in from the balcony?

When Feng Sheng saw that Luo Yangyang was awake, he was shocked. "Are you waiting for me?"

"Hurts." Luo Yangyang looked at Feng Sheng with pain in her eyes. Perhaps she did not notice, but her voice sounded extremely flirtatious.

"I'm not on the bed yet. Why are you hurting?" Feng Sheng's eyes were not used to the darkness in the room yet, so he did not notice how Luo Yangyang's face was scrunched up from the pain.

"My stomach hurts." Luo Yangyang pouted aggrievedly. She was in so much pain, and yet Feng Sheng was still behaving like an animal.

Feng Sheng's brows furrowed after hearing Luo Yangyang's weak voice that sounded like she had just been crying. 

Something was not right with her tone.

Plus, her stomach hurts?

Feng Sheng walked over to her bed and switched on the night light.

The sudden brightness caused Luo Yangyang to squeeze her eyes shut.

Feng Sheng could now clearly see her pale and sweaty face. 

The next second, Feng Sheng lifted the blanket.

In the warm yellow light, he could clearly see the blood-red stain under Luo Yangyang.

The blood blossomed on the bedsheet. Its color was so provocative and so captivatingly glaring. Feng Sheng lifted his eyebrows. 

Without a second thought, Feng Sheng bent down and picked up Luo Yangyang. He carried her bridal style out of the door. 

"I-I'm…" Luo Yangyang's hands were still clutching her stomach. She wanted to tell Feng Sheng that she was only having cramps.

Before she could finish her sentence, pain shot up her stomach. Her vision went black from the pain and she passed out.

"Luo Yangyang?" The girl became silent after mumbling for a while. When Feng Sheng looked down, he noticed that she was unconscious. "Damn it!"

Feng Sheng did not alert the other people in the mansion. Instead, he carried Luo Yangyang to the garage and immediately drove to the private hospital that was under Feng's Group.

Half an hour later.

In the luxurious hospital room, Luo Yangyang was lying on the bed weakly after being diagnosed and treated. She was still unconscious, and Feng Sheng was standing next to her bed in his deep blue pajamas.

"How is she?" Feng Sheng's gaze shifted from Luo Yangyang's pale childish face and looked coldly at the doctor standing next to him.

This private hospital was under Feng's Group, and Feng Sheng was the executive CEO who was recently appointed. That was why all of the staff in the hospital knew who he was. 

"She has d-disordered menstruation, and her flow was heavy. I-It's normal to have cramps."

The female doctor on shift lowered her head in fear of Feng Sheng's cold gaze. She was afraid to look at him and could only reply in a trembling voice.

Didn't they say that President Feng Sheng was cold and would never get close to women?

Then why did he bring a girl with cramps here in the middle of the night?

Plus, from looking at his worried face when he rushed into the hospital, it would appear that this girl was important to him.

"Menstrual cramps?" Feng Sheng knitted his eyebrows together. His face turned dark. "So it's just menstrual cramps? Are you sure?"