Chaochao emphasized, "I can only say two words."

Yu Ning: ...Does she even have a choice?

Finally, under the tyranny of a certain dumpling, Yu Ning mumbled "Awesome," and then she could feel the children outside the door already proudly dancing.

Somewhat affected by her period, Yu Ning's mind uncontrollably recalled a classic background music song about butterflies, the melody of which was almost enough to wash over 050's brain over and over again.

"Stop singing! Stop singing!"

Just as it was about to collapse, Yu Ning managed to press the pause button on the music in her mind, and breathed a long sigh of relief as if she had survived a disaster. Then she heard the girl's weak but cunning laughter: "Looks like I've caught another weakness."

050: "...The host is prohibited from using vigilante justice."

Damn it, when will there be a protection law for non-established systems?

Yu Ning didn't have time to deal with it anymore.

After washing her hands after leaving the cubicle, she walked unsteadily to the soft bench placed against the wall for people waiting in line during peak hours.

Chaochao followed Yu Ning like a little tail. Seeing her slowly sit down on the stool, she also climbed up on her own, and then tilted her head to look at her older sister who was pale-faced.

The girl's long, black hair slid down her thin, pointed chin, the black hair contrasting with her snow-white skin. Her half-closed eyes looked slightly listless, like a white pear branch dampened by the bitter winter wind and rain.

The atmosphere is beautiful, if you ignore the background wall in the restroom.

Yu Ning tilted her head back slightly, her blank gaze unsure of where it landed. Recent events flashed through her mind, and she inwardly mocked herself for her bad luck.

She clicked her tongue, muttering to herself in a daze, "I really want to call the police..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chaochao, who had been sitting beside her in a daze for some reason, seemed to have triggered a key word. Suddenly, she turned her head and blinked her bright almond-shaped eyes repeatedly.

The next second, it opened its two short little hands and rushed over.

Yu Ning, who was feeling down, suddenly felt a warm touch on her arm. Looking to the side, she saw the little dumpling who had opened her arms and leaned in at her without warning.

What are you doing here?

After a moment of surprise, Yu Ning's eyes widened in astonishment, and she blurted out instinctively.

Almost instantly, her body leaned back, and at the same time she swiftly raised her hand to grab Chaochao's head, which was tilting forward.

Suddenly puzzled by Chaochao's refusal to move forward, she muttered something in a wronged tone:

"Hold on tight, sister, didn't you say you wanted a hug?"

I've already picked it up, why didn't you catch it?

Yu Ning: "...I meant calling the police."

Chaochao nodded, her dark eyes sparkling with anticipation: "Shall we hug again?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Ning couldn't help but look down at her. The little dumpling leaned against half of her body, tilted her little face up, and looked over with focused anticipation in her almond eyes. Her clear pupils reflected her image, giving people the illusion that you are her whole world.

Yu Ning, whose ears were blushing, looked away uncomfortably, and her fingers, which were pressed against the little dumpling's forehead, quickly withdrew as if she had been burned.

She stared straight ahead, not glancing to the side at all.

Yu Ning tried her best to steady her breathing and said calmly, "I won't hug you anymore."

Okay.

Chaochao clicked her tongue regretfully, mumbled something helplessly, and withdrew her arm. Then, she put her hands in her pockets and sighed softly, "Sigh..."

Hearing the little dumpling's fleeting sigh, Yu Ning couldn't help but steal a glance at her, only vaguely seeing Chaochao's back as she turned to the side.

For some reason, Yu Ning was reminded of a video she had seen a few days before her accident in her previous life. A cute sugar glider would sulk if it found itself flying towards its owner's hand but not being caught.

Yu Ning felt that the little dumpling who was being refused a hug was quite similar... So should she go and comfort her now?

...No, I'm the one who's unwell, so why am I the one trying to coax the little kid who's eating so well?

A sudden, sharp pain shot through her abdomen, causing Yu Ning to furrow her brows in agony. It felt as if two hands were violently churning her stomach. She bent over in pain, a soft hiss escaping from her tightly clenched lips.

Why is my period pain so bad?

Chaochao, who was trying to distract herself from her worries by fantasizing about dinner, suddenly heard a slight hissing sound in her ears. She turned her head and saw Yu Ning, who was almost huddled up. Her almond-shaped eyes widened immediately. "Sister, what's wrong?"

Just as the pain subsided, Yu Ning's long eyelashes, damp with tears, drooped heavily before her tired dark eyes. She exhaled and straightened up, "I'm fine."

But Chaochao wasn't a child who could be easily fooled with a simple "it's nothing." The words of Lingling's mother echoed in her little mind: that girls at this age need to be carefully cherished.

Chaochao's serious, thoughtful gaze gradually fell on Yu Ning's stomach, which she was covering, and she paused for a moment.

"You should go back now, the movie isn't over yet."

Yu Ning lowered her head, her voice low and hoarse.

After a while, not receiving a response, she looked up in confusion and saw that the little dumpling, which had moved away, had unknowingly moved back. It breathed hot air into its clasped hands, rubbed its hands together to warm them, and then gently placed them on Yu Ning's stomach.

Completely stunned, Yu Ning forgot to react for a moment. Her bloodless lips parted in confusion, "You—"

Chaochao lowered her little head and focused intently on rubbing her older sister's tummy. "Don't be afraid, sister. Let me rub it for a bit, and it won't hurt so much anymore~"

The problem is how to knead it; Lingling's mother hasn't taught her yet. After gesturing with her little hands in the air for a moment, Chaochao nodded to herself and then began to practice.

Warm little hands landed on her body through her clothes, gently and carefully soothing her pain. Yu Ning released her cold fingertips that had been covering her stomach, her drooping eyelashes trembling slightly.

This seems to be the first time someone has shown concern for her pain.

Chaochao's tense expression finally relaxed, and her kneading technique gradually became more skillful. Feeling confident in her abilities, Chaochao thought she had found the knack, and she grinned foolishly as she kneaded.

Yu Ning was surprised to find that her stomach pain had actually subsided.

Having already given up resisting, she glanced at Chaochao, awkwardly turned her head away, and asked in a somewhat annoyed voice, "What are you laughing at?"

Then a certain skillful dumpling replied with a silly grin, "It feels like kneading dough."

Yu Ning glanced at her own stomach, then looked at her:

"??"

Chaochao remembered.

She kneaded the dough like this when she was learning to make small bread rolls with Aunt Ning.

Chaochao, who thought she was born to be a masseur, sighed with regret because she had lost a future career path.

Yu Ning: "..."

So they're just not going to care whether she lives or dies, are they?