Chapter 67 Menstrual Cramps, Fufu, Stop It!

The design of the garment is probably meant to create a sense of subtle glimpses, as it is both smooth and thin.

She turned on the light and looked closely. Apart from the hole, there were signs of wear and tear in other places as well.

This shows that it is used quite frequently.

Smelling the faint scent of laundry detergent on her clothes, she wondered when he had used it, and whether, during their occasional video calls at night, he would secretly... do it in a corner she couldn't see...

Just thinking about it made her mouth dry, so she quickly shook her head to get that color out of her mind.

Liang Huaixu would never do such a thing.

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Liang Huaixu had made plans with Xiao Lin and the others that evening, but after receiving a message from Cao Yu saying she was coming over, he stood them up.

Before going home, he bought some of her favorite foods. He used to do the same on Fridays, bringing her some food on his way to meet her.

She doesn't care about price when it comes to food, but she does care about taste. Compared to the exquisite desserts in high-end restaurants, she prefers the cakes she buys casually from cake shops. Her favorite flavor is durian, and she especially loves durian mille-feuille, durian daifuku, and durian mochi.

Liang Huaixu brought home the durian mille-feuille and milk tea he had bought for her, but he didn't see her in the living room. Aunt Yuan said she was resting upstairs because she had some menstrual cramps.

He calculated that this time it was two days earlier.

He went to her room but couldn't find her. Then, as if remembering something, a strange light flashed in Liang Huaixu's eyes. He went to the master bedroom and, sure enough, she was there.

She was asleep, her body wrapped in the blanket, with only her head sticking out. He tiptoed to the bedside to look for the white undershirt he had forgotten to put away.

At this moment, Zhuang Fuyao turned over, revealing a fair and slender arm.

The white undershirt she hadn't found was now clutched in her hand...

An embarrassed heat quickly rose to his cheeks.

A couple of days ago, after trying the lovemaking methods from the cupboard with her, he felt he had lost control and exhausted her, even reaching climax several times. He had the housekeeper make some nourishing soup and had Cao Yu deliver it to her; he drank the rest himself.

Little did I know that it was because of this bowl of soup that I couldn't sleep for half the night.

A surge of heat coursed through his body, his mind filled with images of her in the closet. It was dark, and he couldn't see anything, but the suppressed moans and the smooth touch were incredibly alluring.

Under these circumstances, the white undershirt was used for the fourth time, but he was too embarrassed to hang it out to dry, so he put it in the underwear dryer to dry.

As she said, sleeping with clothes in your arms provides a sense of comfort, as if the other person is lying next to you. His sleep quality has improved significantly in the past two days.

The only bad thing is that she would suddenly come to Boya Bay and find her underwear on his bed.

Recalling the scene where he confidently declared he didn't need a single piece of clothing to accompany him, his cheeks burned even hotter.

He turned and went to his study to calm down for a while.

Unlike the modern decor outside, the study is decorated in a very antique style, with the desk covered with Xuan paper, on which are original sentences from the Tao Te Ching copied in various calligraphic styles.

After hearing about his experience with water stains a couple of days ago, Dr. Guo reminded him to pay more attention to emotional control, avoid extreme joy or sorrow, and to overcome depression and anxiety by maintaining a stable and healthy lifestyle.

Therefore, he would intensify his calligraphy practice whenever he experienced any emotional fluctuations.

When he returned to the master bedroom, Zhuang Fuyao was already awake.

Zhuang Fuyao was scrolling through her phone out of boredom when she looked up and saw him. She exclaimed in surprise, "When did you get back?"

"I got home around seven o'clock." He sat down next to her. "Does it still hurt? Why didn't you tell me about the discomfort?"

"I thought it only happened once a month, and it wasn't anything serious, so I figured I could just bear with it." When she was in college, she would call Liang Huaixu and cry.

At that time, the relationships among her roommates in the dormitory were quite complicated; some were close to her, while others did not get along with her.

Sometimes we can get together and have fun, and other times we're at odds with each other, and we feel uncomfortable if we don't exchange a few words.

One of them, Li Muna, often said that she was being dramatic, saying that menstrual cramps were no big deal, that her boyfriend could neither help her relieve the pain nor visit her in the girls' dormitory, and that complaining about her boyfriend would only cause him more trouble.

Zhuang Fuyao retorted directly at the time and didn't take it to heart. Later, after graduation, Liang Huaixu was extremely busy for a while. While feeling sorry for him, she recalled what her roommate had said back then and found that it made some sense.

After that, she would handle some minor things on her own, and only go to Liang Huaixu to cry and whine when she really couldn't bear it anymore.

Liang Huaixu frowned, disagreeing with her words, "How can it be a small matter if you're not feeling well?"

Zhuang Fuyao pouted and used the same line her former roommate used, "You can't take away my menstrual cramps."

Liang Huaixu rubbed his palms together to warm them, then gently massaged her abdomen, saying softly, "It's good to have someone by your side."

Whether it was the magic of his words or not, the warmth of his palm traveled to her abdomen, and she comfortably closed her eyes.

Liang Huaixu suddenly said, "On the way back, I brought you durian mille-feuille and milk tea."

Her eyes had just brightened a little when she heard him say, "But you can't drink milk tea during your period because it contains caffeine. If you want some, I'll give you a warm cup of milk."

"Then you might as well not have said you brought milk tea." Zhuang Fuyao grumbled unhappily. "What you did was give people expectations, and then let them down."

Liang Huaixu chuckled, "It's just a cup of milk tea, how does that relate to expectations?"

"You don't understand," Zhuang Fuyao scoffed.

She can drink milk tea anytime, but she can't always drink the milk tea that Liang Huaixu buys for her. He's a bit more assertive now than before, and because he's older, he cares about her diet and health. He's already labeled milk tea as junk food, and she'll get nagged if she drinks it in front of him.

Liang Huaixu continued to rub his palms together; they were very warm, and the heat could be felt even through his pajamas.

But she didn't understand why he was doing this through her pajamas. She hugged his arm and hummed, "If you put it inside, it'll be warmer."

After saying that, Zhuang Fuyao coughed lightly, "I was just talking about your hand."

He hadn't realized anything at first, but after her reminder, Liang Huaixu's body temperature rose a little.

He has his own code of conduct, and even in front of his ex-wife of many years, he is very gentlemanly. He would not make any frivolous gestures such as suddenly touching her breasts—although in Zhuang Fuyao's eyes, these are clearly just intimate interactions between lovers!

He was very self-disciplined and respectful in every action, and he would only do something else when it was obviously flirting.

Zhuang Fuyao felt a little regretful about this, because in the restricted literature that Huang Jiayu recommended to her, the male protagonist's dredgy talk was almost excessive.

It's hard to imagine how sexy these words would sound coming from Liang Huaixu's voice. Just that last line, "Fufu is so amazing," had been on her mind for a long time.

After massaging her for a while, Liang Huaixu asked her, "Auntie said you haven't had dinner yet. What would you like to eat?"

"Just eat something, I don't have much of an appetite."

"The kitchen has made black chicken and yam soup. Shall I serve you a bowl?"

Speaking of food, Zhuang Fuyao remembered the durian mille-feuille downstairs that she had neglected for a while, and suddenly felt a little hungry.

Although she didn't have much of an appetite, it didn't stop her from eating sweets. Zhuang Fuyao immediately said, "I'll go downstairs and eat by myself."

Liang Huaixu doesn't eat durian, and Zhuang Fuyao was worried that she wouldn't be able to finish it, so she shared some with the aunties, and finished off the rest herself.

She ate too much, so she brushed her teeth before returning to her room.

Judging from her condition, her menstrual cramps seem to have improved.

But Zhuang Fuyao still pestered him to rub her stomach.

Liang Huaixu chuckled softly, feigning disgust, "It smells so strong, like durian."

Zhuang Fuyao quickly covered her mouth and exhaled, then smelled it; there was only a faint toothpaste scent.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, glanced at him, leaned over and blew on him, deliberately trying to fumigate him.

Liang Huaixu dodged, but she continued to approach him. During their playful fight, she leaned on him and continued to blow on him.

A sweet scent brushed against his cheek, and Liang Huaixu's eyes darkened. He then pulled her close, captured her lips with his own, and gently pressed them together, as if drawing sap from a flower.

He let go after a while, his voice a little hoarse, "Hmm, there's no durian smell anymore."

Zhuang Fuyao's cheeks flushed slightly. She had just caught her breath when she sensed something was wrong and immediately got up and rushed to the bathroom.

Sure enough, if I'm even slightly teased during my period, it comes on quite aggressively, so I'd better be more careful.

After cleaning up, she returned to her room. Liang Huaixu was lying on the bed with his legs bent, covered by the blanket, reading a book. She patted his legs to make him straighten up so she could lie down.

Liang Huaixu seemed a little uneasy and remained motionless for a long time.

Zhuang Fuyao immediately understood, suppressed the corners of her lips that were turned up, and came to his rescue, "It's normal, it's okay, just lay me down for a bit."

Liang Huaixu resisted for a moment, but to little avail. In the end, he listened to her and straightened his legs.

Zhuang Fuyao brushed past the arch of the blanket, lay down beside it, looked up at Liang Huaixu and said, "Tonight we'll all behave ourselves and just sleep under the covers."

She was lying on her side at a 45-degree angle, and when she spoke, her face was almost touching the blanket. Looking at her pink lips that kept talking, the blanket seemed to have been stretched a little wider.

Liang Huaixu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "Fufu, if you're going to sleep properly, then lie down properly."

Zhuang Fuyao noticed the unusual movement of his Adam's apple, and when she laughed, she was both lively and mischievous. "Professor Liang, you can't resist this little temptation, can you?"

"..."

Liang Huaixu closed his eyes briefly and frankly admitted, "You know I have little resistance in front of you."

"But I haven't done anything yet." Zhuang Fuyao remembered how he teased her about the durian taste in her mouth and took the opportunity to kiss her. Her heart was itching. The feeling of wanting to do something but not being able to during her period was too uncomfortable, so she wanted to tease him to distract herself.

She found her Professor Liang to be incredibly funny, like a big golden retriever, with a cold exterior but a pure and shy interior.

Seeing a man who is usually calm and collected blush easily when teased in front of her really arouses her desire to flirt.

"Liang Huaixu." She called his name, and the moment he opened his eyes, she licked the blanket.

This moment was infinitely slowed down and magnified, and the stimulating image rushed to my mind and then down to my abdomen.

Liang Huaixu's breathing became shallow, a spark ignited by her simple gesture.

A common symptom of depression and anxiety is mood instability. He used to think he was an exception until he met Zhuang Fuyao. He was often on the verge of losing control.

Those anxieties and unease easily turned into delusions about her. The wildness within him was screaming wildly, making him want to punish her severely.

But we can't; this is a special case.

He could only plead with her in a low voice, "Fufu, stop making a scene."

Zhuang Fuyao didn't think she was making a scene. After all, she had a conscience tonight. After lighting the fire, she even asked him considerately, "Do you need me to help you with my hands?"

She may have delusions, but her health is more important.

"No need." He refused and pulled her off his lap, holding her in his arms. "You rest well, don't worry about me."

Liang Huaixu held her very tightly, intending to keep her from moving around, but it backfired somewhat.

Helpless, Zhuang Fuyao complained to him, "Professor Liang, you pointed a gun at me, how can anyone get a proper rest?"