Banxia and Nanxing checked each other's down jackets and protective gear, then grabbed their chainsaws and headed out. They had agreed with Su Yao's family to start clearing from the back of the villa.
The property management company put a lot of thought into the landscaping, planting many trees along the roads in front of and behind the villas. There are ginkgo trees behind the villas and hibiscus trees in front of them.
Su Xiao looked at the seven-meter-tall ginkgo tree and sighed, "I even picked up some leaves under the tree a few months ago to make bookmarks, they were so pretty!"
Banxia and the others also felt it was a pity, but even if they didn't cut it down, the tree wouldn't survive.
Su Yao jumped up and down twice: "Why does it feel even colder today? Let's get to work, the sooner we finish, the sooner we can go home!"
Banxia was adjusting the cutting angle of the chainsaw when she heard this, and couldn't help but glance at the sky.
The sky was as gloomy as ever, without a ray of sunshine. She looked at it for a few seconds but couldn't see anything, so she turned her attention back to her hands.
Logging is not a simple task; it is both tiring and dangerous.
Su Yao and the others tried two or three times, but the chain got stuck each time because the angle was wrong.
Banxia said somewhat helplessly, "You guys watch how I do it first."
In her previous life, she had used chainsaws while on missions at the base and was very experienced.
Fang Yunyun looked Banxia up and down and exclaimed, "Banxia, you're such a treasure! You can do everything!"
Banxia didn't think there was anything to be proud of. She explained carefully: "First, your hand must be steady, otherwise you can easily get hurt if you drop the tool; second, the saw blade and the tree trunk should form an angle of about 30 degrees, so that the saw blade can cut into the tree trunk more easily..."
She didn't stop her hands while explaining, and soon she sawed a tree down.
Because the outdoor temperature was too low, we agreed before setting off to work for one hour in the morning and one hour in the afternoon each day.
An hour later, the mechanical alarm clock rang precisely on time, and the group immediately sped up to finish their work.
After having lunch at home and resting for two hours, we started cutting down trees again promptly at 2 p.m.
After a day's work, Banxia looked at the tree trunk on the ground and said, "Let's drag the tree back to the yard. We can dry it in the sun and use it as firewood."
Su Yao and the others had no objections. They understood the principle of being prepared for unforeseen circumstances. If the smokeless charcoal ran out one day, these tree trunks would be a lifesaver.
Su Yao's family moved three-fifths of the tree trunk, while Banxia and Nanxing moved the remaining two-fifths. After bringing the wood home, they simply threw it in the yard.
After the extreme cold, the two of them usually went to bed early, but for some reason, Banxia felt a bit irritable today and couldn't fall asleep for half an hour in bed.
Her hand unconsciously slipped inside the man's pajamas beside her and caressed him a few times. His well-defined abdominal muscles were smooth yet slightly elastic. She couldn't resist pressing them lightly, and then again.
Nanxing held back for a moment, but finally couldn't resist grabbing the mischievous hand: "Wife, it's cold outside, you'll easily get sick."
To allow their bodies to adapt to the cold weather outside and avoid becoming useless as soon as they left the space, the two agreed to sleep in the space one day and on the heated kang bed the next. Today happened to be their turn to sleep on the kang bed.
Banxia understood his implication, and her face flushed bright red in the darkness. She whispered in protest, "I'm not... I just can't sleep!"
"Yes, that's me." The man couldn't help but chuckle, his voice tinged with a passionate sensuality. "Wife, I want you. Shall we go into the space?"
Banxia suppressed the burning sensation on her face and reached out to cover his mouth to prevent him from becoming more explicit: "No..." he was not allowed to say.
It felt like a hand was frantically churning inside my lower abdomen, or like a thousand sharp blades were simultaneously exerting force. My body involuntarily arched into a shrimp-like shape, and a familiar yet unfamiliar warm current was expelled from my lower abdomen. Then I lost consciousness.
When Banxia regained consciousness, it was already the morning of the next day. She stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering what had happened last night and how she had fainted.
"Honey," Nanxing noticed as soon as she woke up, "does your stomach still hurt?"
Perhaps because she was born in a garbage can in the freezing cold, my wife has a very difficult time during her periods, suffering from back pain, breast pain, abdominal pain, vomiting, and insomnia.
Especially in the first year of my menstrual cycle, I would almost always faint from the pain, and neither painkillers nor seeing traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine doctors helped.
Seeing that his wife didn't react, Nanxing poured a cup of brown sugar ginger tea from the thermos and helped her drink it.
Banxia tasted the familiar flavor on her tongue and finally realized what was going on.
She was in poor health and her menstrual cycle was always irregular, sometimes only coming once every three or four months, so she had long forgotten about it.
Fortunately, she had stocked up on a lot of feminine hygiene products because she thought she could exchange them for many things after the apocalypse; otherwise, it would have been embarrassing.
She placed the empty glass on the bedside table, moved it a little further in, and said coquettishly, "Honey, can you sleep with me for a while?"
Nanxing's eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept a wink last night because he was worried.
Nanxing took off his coat, got into bed, and hugged her: "Does it still hurt? Let me rub your tummy."
Banxia rested her head on his shoulder: "It doesn't hurt anymore. I'll use my superpower to heal myself every day from now on, and I'll get better soon. Husband, stay with me for a while before I go to sleep."
After Nanxing fell asleep, she slowly opened her eyes and complained in her heart again: Why didn't females evolve away this damn bleeding period?
The following morning.
Banxia, with a heat pack on her face and a hot water bottle in her arms, watched longingly as Nanxing took the chainsaw and went out. Her stomach pain had subsided, but no matter what she said, Nanxing refused to let her go with him.
He even wanted to stay with her until her period was over before continuing to cut down trees. He wouldn't have gone out if she hadn't repeatedly persuaded him.
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