This is a shameful thing and it's very awkward at the moment.
The mother-in-law couldn't see it, so she asked someone with good eyesight to come and take a look.
Fu Nanyao was a woman like her, and it was she who taught her how to use the menstrual bag just now, so she thought it was harmless.
Fu Ciyi is different!
He is a man, that is one reason.
Second, their husband-and-wife relationship is only in name only.
That's the awkward part.
Yan Funing was extremely embarrassed, and Fu Ciyi wasn't much better off.
Just now, he obeyed his mother and glanced at the bed sheet.
Just this one glance made him stand there in a daze. Although his eyelids drooped suddenly, his legs felt very heavy.
Seeing that her son and daughter-in-law didn't react, Wan Niang smiled and said, "Ci Yi, now that you have a wife, I will tell you some things directly in front of you."
"As a girl grows up, this happens every month. As a husband, you should be considerate."
Fu Ciyi responded in a hoarse voice.
Only then did he regain his composure, move his legs, and sit back at his desk.
Wan Niang added, "When Fu Ning becomes pregnant and gives birth, she should be taken care of even better."
Noticing that her son had sat back down, Wan Niang patted the back of his chair and asked, "Kid, are you listening?"
"Listen, listen." Fu Ciyi coughed.
Yan Funing frowned and reached for her mother-in-law's hand again: "Mother, please don't say anything more."
Wan Niang thought her daughter-in-law was just shy and said gently, "You are young and don't understand a lot of things. You will understand as you get along more."
Fu Ciyi couldn't bear to listen any longer, so he shouted to Fu Beimo who had just woken up outside, "Come here."
Fu Beimo stretched himself and said, "Brother, why did you call me?"
"Help my mother back to her room."
"Oh, okay."
Fu Beimo came in very obediently, helped his mother up and left without saying anything.
Wan Niang turned her head and said, "This is a great joyous occasion, but unfortunately I can't see it, so I can't make anything else to eat. I'll go make noodles."
Fu Ciyi signaled his younger brother to quickly help his mother to the kitchen.
After the mother and son left the west wing, Yan Funing let out a long sigh.
She stuffed the dresses and shirts she had taken off into the wooden basin and changed the sheets on the bed.
It's just that she used the spare piece to separate the beds. If she had used the spare piece...
Wouldn't she have to sleep face to face with him tonight?
Whether facing the back of the head or facing the back of the head, it is quite uncomfortable.
So I thought about washing the sheets and skirts immediately.
If blood stains are not washed off quickly, they will be difficult to clean later.
Thinking of this, she took out the folded sheets, opened the part on the bed, and stuffed it into the wooden basin.
While she was remaking the bed sheets, Fu Ciyi sat upright on a chair with his back to the bed.
He didn't even dare to turn around to help her.
The reason is not that he wants to torture people, nor that he is afraid of trouble.
Rather, he was afraid of seeing the blood on the bed sheet again...
What we just saw makes it easy for people to think about other things.
He closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows.
Closing his eyes like this, he actually remembered what his mother asked him in the woodshed:
[Ci Yi, were you busy until very late last night? ]
【Thanks for your hard work. 】
【You kid, you finally got it. 】
He was very confused at the time, but only now did he realize that his mother had a hidden meaning in her words.
Fu Ciyi stood up and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to go for a run outside."
Yan Funing paused while making the bed: "Why do you have to run around?"
"Practicing martial arts and keeping fit, and doing a set of boxing at the same time."
"Oh, okay."
Yan Funing nodded and smoothed out the wrinkles on the newly laid bed sheet.
After making the bed, she took the wooden basin to the river to wash her skirts and sheets.
As it was just daybreak, there was almost no one by the river.
Yan Funing washed her skirt first. There was not much stain on it, so she washed it clean quickly.
Then I washed the sheets. They were not thin, but a little thick, so I rubbed them hard for a long time.
Fortunately, the river water was cold and the bloodstains were washed away quickly.
But there was a problem. The whole sheet was soaked in the river water and was very heavy when it was picked up.
She couldn't lift it at all, so she had to hold the corner of the bed sheet with one hand and see if anyone was coming to the riverside.
No one.
Oh my God, what should I do?
She pulled hard but could only lift half of it.
Suddenly she heard someone's footsteps and turned around quickly: "Hello, isn't it..."
Before she finished speaking, she slowly closed her mouth.
The person who came was Fu Ciyi.
He was running along the riverbank.
What a rival.
They were definitely mortal enemies in their previous life, and she owed him something, which is why they have such a ridiculous relationship in this life.
People who practice martial arts have better hearing than ordinary people.
Fu Ciyi had already heard what Yan Funing said.
"What is it?"
He slowed down his pace and walked towards her.
Because he had run a long way, his chest was heaving slightly, his fair and cold cheeks were slightly pink, and his thin lips were a little redder than usual.
An unexpected monster.
Yan Funing blinked and said with difficulty: "The bed sheet is too heavy, I can't lift it, can you help..."
Before she could finish her words, Fu Ciyi rolled up his sleeves, stood beside her, stretched out his arm, grabbed the bed sheet with his big hand and lifted it up.
The water fell down with a loud noise.
Yan Funing felt her hands lighten, and she felt relaxed all of a sudden.
"Want it to dry?" he asked.
A smile spread across Yan Funing's delicate and beautiful face: "Of course I want it."
She couldn't do it all by herself.
Fu Ciyi brought the bed sheets together, gave one end to her, and twisted the other end himself.
Seeing her dumbfounded, he said, "Twist it together."
Yan Funing wanted to cry: "I can't turn it."
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