Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself-Chapter 49 - 59 Your Wife?

After more than half a month of getting along, An Ran found out that Mu Xingfeng not only had a cold and intimidating face but also spoke very little. During each training session, aside from the usual commands, you could hardly hear him say anything else. Even when absolutely necessary, he would never exceed three sentences.

Well, not bad. This time he said three sentences again. Honestly, Mu Xingfeng’s voice is rich and magnetic, even better than a broadcaster’s. It’s a real pity that after today’s military training, we won’t hear such a nice voice anymore.

The review process was very simple. The students first received inspection from the school leaders and teachers, then formed squads to march past the rostrum.

Each class was brought to the drill field. An Ran stood amidst the ranks, the pain in her lower abdomen growing more intense.

Damn it, am I really going to get my period now? No, please, hold off for just another half day, just half a day would be enough.

An Ran silently prayed in her heart, but suddenly, she felt a warm gush below. Crap, it really came.

The pain in her lower abdomen intensified, as if there was a meat grinder inside, tearing her intestines apart.

She was in such pain that she could barely stand. Sweat dotted her forehead, but she gritted her teeth and stood straight. She had to hold on, she couldn’t let the class down.

An Ran, standing at 1.65 meters, was considered tall among the girls and stood further back. At this moment, only Guo Xinyi, who was behind her, noticed her abnormality, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

Just moments ago, she was guaranteeing everyone’s performance. Now she looks even weaker than Lin Daiyu.

She truly wanted to see, if An Ran really failed, how would the class hold onto their hard-earned points over the past half month? How could An Ran ever face the class again?

Mu Xingfeng stood at the back of the lineup, watching An Ran. His good-looking eyebrows knitted slightly. What’s up with this girl? Why does she look so unwell? Is she suffering from a heatstroke?

Finally, the leaders finished their inspection. Next, they only needed to march past the rostrum to complete the review.

An Ran’s legs trembled slightly from the pain, but she tightly bit her lip, trying to distract herself from the agony. Her forehead was soaked with sweat, and her palm-sized face turned ghostly pale.

She kept silently repeating to herself, perseverance leads to victory, persevere, you must persevere...

"Next on stage is the female squad from the Pharmacy Department’s Class Three," the broadcaster’s sweet voice announced.

The frontmost classmates already started shouting commands, turning right.

An Ran abruptly turned but felt a sudden surge of darkness before her eyes, the only thought in her mind — it’s over...

"Oh no, An Ran fainted." Guo Xinyi was the first to cry out in alarm, but a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes.

Hearing this, Xiao Xiao was the first to turn around, ready to rush over, but someone was even quicker. A figure in green had already reached An Ran, catching her just as she was about to hit the ground.

Holding her directly in his arms, his face was icy cold, his voice commanding, "Continue."

Upon hearing Mu Xingfeng’s order, the team, which had been chaotic for less than three seconds, quickly restored order, marching towards the rostrum in neat steps.

Mu Xingfeng carried An Ran straight to the infirmary.

Looking at the little girl in his arms, her face ashen, her hair drenched in sweat, and her lips chewed to the point of bleeding, Mu Xingfeng’s ice-cold, handsome face looked almost grim enough to drip water. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

An Ran, nestled in a warm embrace, leaning against a warm chest, felt the cold sensation in her lower abdomen ease quite a bit. She opened her eyes and saw a strikingly handsome face right in front of her.