Now that the days are short and the nights are long, and the temperature at night is extremely low, Wen Qinghe stayed quietly in the man's arms all night.

When the first rooster crowed, Yan Xiao had planned to run to town before dawn.

But as soon as he lifted the little girl's hand from his abs, she let out a soft moan, and her little head nestled restlessly in his arms.

He paused in his move to get up, and gently patted the girl's slender back with his large hand.

Noticing that the little girl's pajamas had rolled up to her waist, he smoothly smoothed the thin fabric down with his hand.

But when he placed his hand on the girl's pert buttocks, he felt something sticky...

He was momentarily stunned.

Only then did he smell the faint, almost imperceptible scent of blood in the air, which made the man feel a sense of panic.

When his fingers trembled as he lifted the blanket, he found that the smell of blood in the bed was becoming increasingly strong.

The man recalled his lack of self-control yesterday, wondering at what moment he had hurt her.

"My love! My love!"

...

"Um…"

Wen Qinghe groaned softly, vaguely hearing Yan Xiao calling her, and opened her sleepy eyes.

All I saw was an anxious and terrified face…

She thought something terrible had happened and instantly snapped back to reality.

"What's wrong, Brother Yan?"

When Yan Xiao saw that the little girl had woken up, he quickly stopped her from getting up.

He took his coat and was about to wrap the girl up.

"Qingqing, don't move, you're injured. I'll take you to see a doctor!"

…

Wen Qinghe was completely confused.

"I'm not hurt!"

But her eyes caught sight of the red bloodstains on the man's large hand, and her pupils widened in shock, as if a thought had suddenly occurred to her.

Lifting the blanket, I saw dark red marks beneath me.

Her face flushed instantly.

She had completely forgotten about it; her periods had always been irregular.

Because of his weak health, he has to take medicine all year round, and he usually only has his period once every three to five months.

After all, compared to menstrual irregularities, medication for heart disease cannot be stopped.

So, since I arrived here, my aunt hasn't visited me yet.

This time, whether it was because she stopped taking the medication or because her body had mostly recovered, she was completely unaware of anything.

You know, in the past, she would have to wrap herself in several layers of blankets, drink the blood-nourishing and qi-boosting soup cooked by the nanny, and use the hot water bottle that her father brought her from abroad just to get through these few days.

Yan Xiao couldn't help but feel anxious as he watched the girl clutching the blanket and refusing to let him touch her.

Her voice was filled with self-reproach as she spoke, "Sweetie, it's all my fault! Let's go out, okay? I'll take you to see a doctor!"

Wen Qinghe was both embarrassed and annoyed. "Don't see a doctor, I'm fine~ You can leave, I'll take care of myself..."

It would be strange if Yan Xiao went out at this time.

Besides, how could nothing be wrong? He was almost frantic with worry.

But thinking of where the little girl was injured, he quickly comforted her gently.

"Okay, if you don't want to see a doctor, how about I take a look?"

"no!"

Wen Qinghe's eyes widened, fearing that he would pull down her pants again without warning, just like last time.

Her small hands, gripping the blanket tightly, turned slightly white from the force. "Just give me a pair of pants, and the underwear underneath too."

Yan Xiao quickly took out clean pants from yesterday's luggage. Worried that she might aggravate her wound, he carefully picked her up from the bed.

Wen Qinghe sighed helplessly. This should be common sense about physiology, and in modern times, biology teachers would give several special lessons on the physiological structure of men and women.

However, Yan Xiao was clearly lacking in knowledge in this era, so she had to explain to him about women's menstrual cycles.

...

Five minutes later.

Yan Xiao's ears were as red as shrimp.

He grew up without any adults around him and had little opportunity to learn about these things.

He found it unbelievable that he would learn this from the little girl.

The little girl went into the space to get the little angel. He didn't quite understand the little angel, but at least his wife wasn't injured, so he felt a little relieved.

However, when he was making the bed, he saw bloodstains on the sheets, and couldn't help but feel worried and suspicious.

Is it really okay to lose so much blood?

...........

Wen Qinghe finally had a chance to use the sanitary napkins she had stored in her space. She changed her clothes and put the soiled clothes into the washing machine specifically for washing small clothes.

When she came out of the space, she wanted to take the soiled sheets back in, but found that the sheets and duvet cover on the bed had already been changed.

Yan Xiao pushed the door open and saw her standing there, dressed in thin clothes.

He quickly put down the cup in his hand.

Why don't you go to bed?

As she spoke, she reached out and picked her up, tucking her into the blankets. Only then did she realize that the blankets were warm.

There was even a hot water bottle inside!

The man's large hand covered the little girl's lower abdomen, feeling its icy touch.

He asked with concern, "Does your stomach hurt?"

Wen Qinghe shook her head in surprise, not understanding how the man had suddenly become so skilled while she was changing clothes in her spatial dimension...

…

Yan Xiao originally wanted to go out and ask Aunt Guihua for advice, but when he opened the door, he saw Yang Guihua carrying a bamboo basket passing by the door, looking like she was going up the mountain.

He quickly stopped the person. This concerned his wife, so he wasn't embarrassed at all.

However, the question she asked for advice made Yang Guihua blush.

At the same time, Yang Guihua sighed inwardly, thinking that although Yan Xiao's wife was a bit spoiled, she had at least picked a good man.

I reckon you won't find another husband in the entire Red Star Brigade who dotes on his wife like this!

...........

After confirming that his wife was sitting obediently in bed, Yan Xiao took out the brown sugar water he had brought earlier, carefully scooped a spoonful, blew on it to cool it down, and fed it to the little girl.

Aunt Guihua said that brown sugar water can improve complexion and warm the stomach to dispel cold.

He went to the kitchen to cook as soon as he came in, and it's just the right time to bring it over and drink it.

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(P.S.: My eyelids are drooping and I can't stay awake any longer, so I'll post the next chapter tomorrow. As for the chapters I promised to make up for, please wait for me, I'll post them all in a few days.)