Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little proud. She continued with the movements in her hands, but she didn't notice that the person under her was becoming more and more stiff.
I don't know how long it took, but I heard the voice of the person in front of me become deeper and deeper, with a bit of hoarseness, "Yanyan, if you keep touching me, I can't guarantee that I can hold it back."
Yancuo immediately let go of her hand, looking like a frightened deer. He smiled helplessly, sat up, and pretended to look at her seriously, "Yanyan, I'm a man, and you're the girl I like, so I will restrain myself. But don't always look at me like that, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself at any time."
Yan Cuo nodded ignorantly, then sat up and pretended to watch TV naturally, but his mind was already far away.
She understood what he meant. He was always thinking about her and was afraid that she would be hurt. In fact, he didn't know that she was not afraid because she had already recognized him.
Thinking of the hoarseness in his throat just now, she felt a little distressed and a little funny, and laughed out loud at him.
He looked at her gloating expression and tried to tickle her. She was very ticklish and kept hiding, but she still giggled when he teased her.
"Are you wrong? Do you dare to provoke me on purpose again, you little bad boy." She grabbed her hand and pretended to spank her. Yan Cuo wanted to maintain the spirit of never giving in, but unexpectedly, she was defeated so quickly.
"I was wrong, I was wrong. I won't do it next time."
He then let her go, and she immediately ran away, making faces at him and sticking out her tongue, "Lululu."
He was amused by her childish appearance. Looking at her smiling face, he forgot how to react for a moment.
She became more and more cheerful, showing her most real and childlike side in front of him, no longer as timid and inferior as before.
He was delighted with her changes, and at the same time glad that he was the one who accompanied her along the way.
How lucky I am to have met her and watched her transform into the best version of herself little by little. How fortunate I am to have her in my youth.
He looked at the figure running away in the distance, his heart filled with joy, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.
Yan Cuo suddenly cried out "Ouch!" and squatted down, her face showing some pain. He hurried over and became anxious when he saw her like this. "What's wrong? Do you have a stomachache?"
She raised her head and looked at him a little embarrassedly, "I'm having my period, but I didn't bring any sanitary pads. Go buy me some."
He was relieved and pulled her to her feet. "Then go to the bathroom first. I'll buy it for you and be back soon."
Yan Cuo nodded, dragged himself into the bathroom, then watched him quickly put on his clothes and leave, closing the door.
His pants were all soiled, and Yan Cuo felt a little annoyed. He only brought this set of pajamas with him, and now that they were dirty, he didn't know how to change them. His little face wrinkled, and he looked outside the door.
Not long after, there was a noise from the door lock. She listened carefully and found that he was back. He called her, "Yancuo, I'm coming in?"
Yan Cuo agreed softly, then watched him walk in quickly, holding a sanitary napkin in his hand. "Hurry up and change into it, don't catch a cold. I'll go make you some brown sugar water."
After saying that, he turned around and left without waiting for her to answer, considerately closing the door for her. Yan Cuo tidied himself up, but was still slow to get up. He looked at his soiled pants, feeling a little conflicted.
Yu Muyang was boiling brown sugar water for her at this time. Bubbles were bubbling in the pot. He turned off the fire, scooped out a bowl, blew on it for a while, brought it to the table, and called her over.
Yan Cuo slowly came over, still holding his stomach, looking very distressed. He felt even more distressed, "Is it still painful? Drink the brown sugar water and go to bed. Don't catch a cold."
Yan Cuo stammered, "My pants are dirty."
He said as if he suddenly understood something, "Wait, I'll get you a pair of my pants to wear first, don't catch a cold."
She nodded and watched him walk into the room, quickly taking out a pair of clean home pants. The pants were a bit long, and Yancuo folded them a little, and they looked baggy, like a child wearing adult pants, which looked a bit funny.
Yu Muyang told her to drink the bowl of brown sugar water, then turned and went to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water came. She walked over to see that he was washing her soiled pants, scrubbing them slowly, patiently and carefully.
Yan Cuo remembered that his classmates often said that a boy who was willing to wash your bloody panties must be terribly in love with you. Yan Cuo used to find it unbelievable, but now that he had actually seen it, he felt completely soft inside.
This boy who seems like a favored child in the eyes of outsiders, now has to cook for himself and do the trivial things in life. He never complains and always gives silently.
She couldn't help but feel a little tearful, and looked at her with red eyes. He heard the noise and turned to look at her. Seeing that her eyes were still slightly red, he stood up anxiously and asked, "Is your stomach still hurting?"
Yan Cuo nodded, but then quickly shook his head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
He finally felt relieved. "Then, after you finish drinking the brown sugar water, go lie down on the bed. I bought you a heat pad. It's in that bag. Go find it. I heard people say that applying this will make you feel more comfortable."
Yan Cuo responded and went out to look for them. There was a shopping bag on top of the shoe cabinet, and inside it were many packages of sanitary napkins, both large and small. Yan Cuo was a little confused, "Yu Muyang, why did you buy so many? I can't use them all."
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