Yang Qiaoqiao looked at the sanitary napkin, then at the man's serious face.
Because of his dark skin, Huo Beixiao's blush wasn't very noticeable, but Yang Qiaoqiao still noticed the bright red patch behind his ears.
A warm feeling washed over her.
Huo Beixiao had just told her to wait, and she never expected that he was going to buy this for her.
Even thirty years from now, in a future era where people are much more open-minded and progressive, many men would feel that it's shameful for a grown man to buy such a thing for his wife.
In this era, Huo Beixiao was not afraid of gossip and took the initiative to buy such things for her.
Moreover, sanitary napkins are not yet widely available; they are not sold in ordinary small shops, but only in department stores and Friendship Stores.
After she cleaned herself up...
As I stepped out of the restroom, I saw the man waiting anxiously outside.
Seeing her come out, Huo Beixiao immediately went up to her and asked, "Wife, how is it? Is it suitable?"
“Suitable.” Yang Qiaoqiao couldn’t help but laugh when she saw his expression.
Judging from his tense and anxious appearance, you'd think she was giving birth.
The man breathed a sigh of relief, but his tense expression didn't ease much. "Wife, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
When he went to buy sanitary napkins earlier, the sales clerk casually asked him if his wife experienced pain during her period.
He then realized that women experience pain during their period.
When he said he didn't know, the saleswoman's gaze immediately changed from admiration to disdain.
He didn't care what others thought of him; what mattered was his wife's health.
Yang Qiaoqiao couldn't help but find the man's nervous appearance amusing.
Does she look like she's in pain?
Strangely enough, she used to experience menstrual cramps. Even when she was at the Yang family's house, Lin Xiaohui wouldn't let her touch anything cold during her period, but she still experienced cramps.
Needless to say, in the Jiang family, she did all the work regardless of the coldest winter months. Every time she had her period, she was in excruciating pain, but she still had to take care of the whole family.
In her past life, she was tormented by menstrual cramps her whole life.
Since marrying Huo Beixiao, she has had her period three times, including this one, and has never experienced pain.
Perhaps it was the traditional Chinese medicine she was taking that worked; although it didn't make her period regular, it cured her menstrual cramps.
Jiang Qiaoqiao didn't think too much about it. Seeing how well-behaved the man was, she tiptoed, hooked her arm around his neck, and kissed him on the lips. "Honey, thank you. You're so good."
Huo Beixiao's eyes darkened instantly.
He picked Yang Qiaoqiao up and gently patted her bottom, saying, "Wife, if you're not comfortable with this, don't tease me, or don't blame me for being impolite."
As she spoke, she carefully placed the little woman on the bed.
When Yang Qiaoqiao met his fierce gaze, her heart skipped a beat.
How could she forget that this man was completely untouchable?
Although he only said that to threaten her, she would feel sorry for him if he really got into a fight and took a cold shower in this freezing weather.
Moreover, if he develops health problems from holding in his desire by taking a cold shower, her happiness for the rest of her life will be ruined!
She quickly curled up into a ball, crying out in pain, "Ouch, my stomach hurts, it hurts so much..."
The little bit of interest that Huo Beixiao had just started to have vanished instantly.
The tall, imposing man was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing around the bed. "Why does my stomach hurt? Honey, let's go to the hospital."
As he spoke, he reached out to hug Yang Qiaoqiao.
Yang Qiaoqiao glared at him and quickly pushed him away, "Why go to the hospital? Many women experience pain during their period. Unless the pain is particularly severe, there's no need to go to the hospital."
"Then what should I do?"
Huo Beixiao scratched his head and asked.
At that moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered that when Aunt Zhao still lived next door, she once scolded Zheng Yulan in the courtyard because Zheng Yulan had boiled brown sugar water and drunk it. At that time, Zheng Yulan's excuse was that she was having her period.
Huo Beixiao quickly tucked the blanket around his wife, "Honey, wait for me a moment, I'll be right back!"
Yang Qiaoqiao watched the man stride away, feeling both amused and exasperated.
This man!
She just said her stomach hurt, which was meant to comfort her man.
At that moment, for some reason, my stomach started to hurt slightly.
She couldn't be bothered to care what the man was doing anymore. She placed her hands on her stomach to warm them, intending only to close her eyes and rest for a while, but unexpectedly, she drifted off to sleep.
I just didn't sleep soundly.
In her dazed state, she only felt an unusual coldness in her lower abdomen, and bright red blood was flowing uncontrollably from below.
She suddenly realized something.
Her child, her child is gone...
She tried to call for help, but no matter how hard she screamed, she couldn't make a sound.
She felt waves of despair and struggled painfully...
Just as the pain and despair were suffocating her, the voices of a little boy and a little girl entered her ears at the same time.
"Mom, we're leaving now. May you be happy from now on..."
"don't want!"
An even greater sorrow surged forth.
A tremendous force erupted from Yang Qiaoqiao's body, breaking free from the invisible shackles that had bound her.
She sat up abruptly, her face deathly pale.
"Honey, is your stomach hurting terribly?"
Huo Beixiao quickly put the brown sugar eggs he had just cooked aside and nervously tucked the blanket around Yang Qiaoqiao.
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