Chapter 80 Brown Sugar Water

The commotion in the corridor gradually subsided.

The students had all gone out to eat, and the classroom was empty.

Jiang Wan rested her head on the table for a while, then felt that the hand warmer wasn't hot enough, so she went to the water room to refill it with hot water.

Just as I got up and took two steps toward the classroom door, I saw Zhou Chong walk in, carrying a bag in his hand.

Jiang Wan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked up at the wall clock. Less than fifteen minutes had passed since the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

How come Zhou Chong is back so quickly?

Didn't he go out to eat?

Seeing Jiang Wan standing there blankly, Zhou Chong strode over, grabbed her shoulder, and pressed her back into the chair. "Aren't you feeling unwell? What are you going to do?"

“I…” Jiang Wan blankly held up the hand warmer, “I want to go to the water room and refill the bag with hot water.”

Zhou Chong put his hand down and casually touched the hand warmer to check the temperature; it was indeed not very hot anymore.

He took the hand warmer from her hand. "Give it to me."

After saying that, he picked up the water glasses on Jiang Wan's table, one in each hand, and turned to walk towards the water room.

Jiang Wan was a little stunned for a moment, staring blankly as Zhou Chong's figure disappeared at the classroom door before turning her gaze back to the plastic bag he had casually put down.

The transparent plastic bag allows you to see what's inside without even opening it.

A bag of brown sugar.

Jiang Wan was taken aback.

Why would Zhou Chong buy a bag of brown sugar?

Could it be that it was bought for her?

The moment the thought popped into her mind, Jiang Wan cursed herself inwardly for being "presumptuous."

Her name wasn't written on this bag of brown sugar, so who says it was definitely bought for her?

Is it possible that Zhou Chong bought it for himself?

Just as she was lost in thought, Zhou Chong returned from the washroom.

He held her pink plush rabbit hand warmer in one hand and her cherry blossom pink Starbucks thermos in the other, and walked over to her in a few steps.

Zhou Chong returned the hand warmer to Jiang Wan, then unscrewed the lid of the thermos, and wisps of hot steam rushed upwards.

"Thank you." Jiang Wan held the warm hand warmer and looked at Zhou Chong through the misty steam.

He opened the plastic bag, took out the bag of brown sugar, tore open the packaging, and scooped out two spoonfuls of brown sugar into her thermos.

Jiang Wan was stunned.

This bag of brown sugar... was it really bought for her?

While she was still in a daze, Zhou Chong had already handed her the well-stirred brown sugar water.

Jiang Wan lowered her head, looking at the brown sugar water in front of her. "Is this for me?"

"Hmm, what else?" Zhou Chong looked down at the thermos. "Isn't this your thermos?"

"It's mine..." Jiang Wan nodded blankly, her hands still stuffed in the hand warmer, as if she hadn't realized what was happening and forgot to take them out.

Seeing that she didn't reach out to take it, Zhou Chong thought for a moment and then explained, "It's warm water. I've already adjusted the temperature; it's not hot."

Jiang Wan snapped out of her daze, took her cup with both hands, brought it to her lips, and took a sip. "Thank you."

The temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold, and it soothed my throat.

The sweetness was just right, not too sweet, which suited her taste perfectly.

Jiang Wan swallowed a mouthful, found it delicious, and took another sip.

Zhou Chong turned to the side, resting his elbow on the edge of the table, and quietly watched her.

Only after watching her drink most of the brown sugar water did he ask, "Are you feeling any better?"

Jiang Wan was taken aback, then nodded, "Yes."

The warm brown sugar water flowed down her throat, and the warm current seemed to spread throughout her body, enveloping her in a cozy warmth.

The intermittent lower abdominal pain has also lessened somewhat.

She held the cup, lowered her eyes, and asked Zhou Chong softly, "How did you know that it was because of that stomachache?"

Zhou Chong was taken aback, and his dangling fingertips unconsciously curled up slightly.

He couldn't say that it was because in his previous life, after they became husband and wife, he had seen her suffering from menstrual cramps.

Jiang Wan's menstrual cycle is relatively stable, and she doesn't experience abdominal pain every time she has her period. Only occasionally, due to catching a cold or not paying attention to her diet in the previous days, she experiences abdominal pain.

After three years of marriage with Jiang Wan, Zhou Chong had quietly figured out this pattern.

Jiang Wan doesn't usually experience much pain, so when the pain does occur, it's very difficult to endure.

When Zhou Chong first saw her curled up in bed, pale-faced, he was startled and almost called the family doctor to come over.

Jiang Wan stopped him then, blushing as she explained what had happened, saying she would be fine after a short rest.

However, he still called his family doctor privately and learned that brown sugar ginger tea and hot compresses and massage could help relieve her pain.

So after that, whenever Jiang Wan had menstrual cramps, he would make her brown sugar ginger tea and prepare a hot water bottle, applying heat to her abdomen while massaging it.

At first, Jiang Wan was a little awkward, but gradually she got used to his care. Sometimes when she was in a lot of pain, she would snuggle into his arms and ask him to rub her stomach in a coquettish way.

Perhaps it wasn't being coquettish, but rather a softness that inadvertently revealed because of physical discomfort.

Zhou Chong snapped out of his thoughts, looked at Jiang Wan in front of him, and avoided her gaze. "It's mentioned in the biology textbook. It's a method of judgment."

Jiang Wan was taken aback; she really hadn't expected this answer.

All I can say is that Zhou Chong truly deserves to be called a genius.

"Oh, I see." Jiang Wan lowered her head, feeling awkward, and took a sip of brown sugar water.

Seeing that her cup was almost empty, Zhou Chong stood up and held out his hand to her, "I'll get you another cup of hot water."

"Okay, thank you." Jiang Wan handed him the cup, watched him turn and walk out of the classroom, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved up.

Although her stomach hurt terribly, at that moment, she inexplicably felt that the pain was worth it.

The hot water bottle on her stomach was very warm, and the brown sugar water she had just drunk was also very warm. Jiang Wan felt warm all over, as if she were lying on a soft cloud, which was very comfortable.

When Zhou Chong left, he closed the classroom door and the windows tightly, preventing any draft from getting in. She lay on the desk, clutching the hot water bottle, and unconsciously closed her eyes.

I was just thinking of taking a short rest while my stomach wasn't hurting so much, but as soon as I closed my eyes, a wave of fatigue washed over me.

Jiang Wan, feeling dizzy and disoriented, actually fell asleep.

When Zhou Chong returned to the classroom, he saw Jiang Wan lying face down on the table with her eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her lips slightly pursed, and her brows furrowed. She seemed to be sleeping restlessly, probably because her stomach was still a little uncomfortable.

He put the water glass on the table, thought for a moment, took off his school uniform jacket, and draped it over Jiang Wan's shoulders.

Then I sat down next to her, slowly reached out and placed my hand on the hot water bottle on her stomach. Through the thick, plush fabric, I gently massaged her lower abdomen in a counter-clockwise direction.

We can't make ginger tea at school, so we can only make you brown sugar water.

I can't hug you right now, so this is the only way I can try to help you feel better.

Get a good night's sleep, late at night.