Of course, it's also possible that she was overthinking things. But after her eyes were reflected three times in a row by a beam of light from the mirror, Mo Jing began to have a plan.

After her car was blocked, Mo Jing had already guessed that it was the other party who had caused it. So she pretended to have a stomachache, bending over to avoid being seen by the sniper. To make the robbers believe that she really had a stomachache, she even secretly pinched her thigh.

Mo Jing climbed into the car and took out the backpack she had left there. As she passed over the second brother's corpse, she frowned slightly, after all, this was her first time killing someone.

"I've already made a call, and someone will be here to pick us up soon and handle things here." After saying this, Ling Moyuan leaned against the car door, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and slowly lit it.

Mo Jing slung her backpack over her shoulder and stood straight to one side. For a moment, both of them fell into silence.

Mo Jing felt her stomach start to hurt. At first, she could bear it, but it hurt more and more, and a warm flow flowed down from her legs.

No way, this is so unlucky. I just used my period as an excuse, and now it's here.

"What's wrong?" Ling Moyuan noticed Mo Jing's pained expression and stepped forward to ask.

Mo Jing didn't mince words and said directly, "My stomach hurts, I think I've started my period." For Mo Jing, there was nothing shameful about talking about this with a grown man; he would notice if her lower body became red later anyway.

Her stomach was hurting more and more, as if someone was violently churning inside her, making Mo Jing so angry she wanted to curse. How had the original owner of this body abused it before? Having her period made her feel like she was about to die.

Ling Moyuan had probably never encountered this situation before, and for a moment he stood there awkwardly.

"Just bear with it a little longer. The police should be here soon and will take you to the hospital." After a moment of awkwardness, Ling Moyuan remained expressionless.

Mo Jing didn't speak, but desperately endured the pain in her stomach. Another warm flow came from her lower abdomen, and without looking, Mo Jing could feel that her pants were already soiled.

A foul, bloody smell slowly spread, mixing with the smell of dead people's blood.

Mo Jing took off her coat, tied it at the waist, and covered the dirt and mess on her lower body.

The cool night breeze carried away some of the stench of blood, but also chilled Mo Jing's body. Unable to withstand the cold, she trembled slightly and instinctively hugged her arms and squatted down, trying to warm herself up.

Just then, a trench coat was draped over her shoulders, blocking the night wind. Mo Jing looked up at Ling Moyuan in confusion.

His hawk-like eyes shone especially brightly in the moonlight, and his handsome profile was even more defined in the soft moonlight. Mo Jing felt her body growing warmer, and the faint scent of tobacco gradually wafted into her nostrils.

"Thank you!" The weather in the mountains is already colder than in the city, and she's currently menstruating, so there's no need for her to be coy in this situation.

Ling Moyuan didn't speak, but leaned back against the car door, his hands in his pockets, indifferent and aloof, giving people an invisible sense of distance.

Warmth slowly enveloped my back, and although the trench coat made me much warmer, waves of pain still throbbed in my lower abdomen. Fortunately, the police arrived in their car not long after.