Chapter 33 Menstrual Period
An Jin closed the door and hid inside, her heart pounding with fear.
She has experienced firsthand the difference between men and women in her lifetime.
Yan Qing usually looks gentle and refined, with an easy-to-bully appearance, but tonight she changed her tune, using coercive words. Her sheer size alone was enough to make An Jin realize the reality of the situation.
"She doesn't look fat at all, how can she be so heavy?"
An Jin changed her clothes with lingering fear, glanced at the time, and wanted to go out to take a shower, but was afraid that Yan Qing would be waiting outside the door and bully her if he caught her.
She thought for a moment, then tiptoed and secretly pressed herself against the door to listen to the sounds outside. Grabbing her change of clothes, she quietly opened the bedroom door.
The empty living room was quiet, and the door to the master bedroom where Yan Qing lived was tightly closed.
An Jin peeked out and saw that Yan Qing wasn't in the living room. Holding a change of clothes, she hopped and ran like a rabbit into the bathroom.
She locked the bathroom door and took a lightning-fast shower.
One o'clock in the morning.
After taking a shower, An Jin lay on the bed in her pajamas, not even in the mood to play on her phone. She turned off the light and lay on the bed with her eyes open, like a pancake.
My mind is filled with many thoughts.
One moment she was debating whether to move, the next she was thinking about confronting Yan Qing, and then she regained her senses and decided that she could keep Yan Qing hanging until she had made enough money and then run away.
As she thought about it, An Jin thought of Yan Qing.
A soft click came from the dark guest bedroom.
With her eyes closed, An Jin recalled Yan Qing's low breathing and wondered in bewilderment: How could a man breathe so sensually?
It was definitely intentional.
If it wasn't intentional, then it was a clip.
An Jin's mind was filled with more and more images of Yan Qing.
Yan Qing is quite good-looking, with delicate features, a gentle temperament, and is tall and enjoys fitness.
He's not as skinny as a stick, nor is he as muscular as Popeye from overworking himself.
Yan Qing's skin was especially smooth.
An Jin had experienced it firsthand, and whenever she thought about it, her hands, which were under the covers, would quietly clench.
It's late at night.
A sudden "hehehe" laugh echoed from An Jin's bedroom.
"I'm still the same as I was in my past life."
I've loved naan in both my life and my life.
With a silly grin on her face and a head full of daydreams, An Jin gradually drifted off to sleep in the night.
An Jin didn't sleep soundly. She had a rare dream, but she couldn't remember the details. She only vaguely recalled that it wasn't a good dream.
She woke up exceptionally early the next day, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she felt that something was wrong with her whole body.
"I think I've forgotten something."
An Jin got up and sat on the bed, feeling the discomfort spreading throughout her body, and frowned, muttering something under her breath.
She picked up her phone, gave a perfunctory reply to the messages from the boss who was sending a lot of messages in the live stream, and then got out of bed to get breakfast.
"Holy crap!"
An Jin screamed as she felt something flowing between her legs after taking two steps on the ground.
“When I got my period, I said I had forgotten something.”
She was alone in her side-lying position with the curtains drawn. Without any shame, An Jin took off her pants and, sure enough, saw bloodstains on her underwear.
There are some things you can ignore when you don't see them.
As soon as you see it, you feel like something's wrong with your whole body.
Just like An Jin now, when she woke up, she only felt a little uncomfortable, but when she saw her period on her underwear...
My lower abdomen and waist started to rebel, as if protesting An Jin's previous indifference; one ached and the other felt sore.
An Jin used both hands. After changing her clothes and putting on sanitary napkins, she covered her lower abdomen with one hand and supported her lower back with the other, looking like a pregnant woman, as she left her bedroom.
Yan Qing, who had gotten up early in the morning, was sitting in the living room pretending to read a book when she saw him.
"Is it time for my period?"
An Jin sat down carefully on the sofa and nodded repeatedly, saying, "I'm here."
A girl is most vulnerable during her period.
Yan Qing put down the book in her hand, moved closer to An Jin, and reached out to rub An Jin's lower abdomen.
An Jin was moved but refused, modestly rejecting Yan Qing's hot, large hand.
“Our relationship is not simple right now. You’re taking advantage of me by rubbing my stomach right now.”
Yan Qing chuckled and reached out to brush away An Jin's hand, which was trying to resist her advances.
He raised an eyebrow at An Jin: "Then will you let me take it?"
As Yan Qing asked, she reached out and gently massaged An Jin's lower abdomen.
An Jin was enjoying herself immensely when Yan Qing asked her a question that really bothered her. She immediately retorted, "I'll let you take advantage of me for now. I, An Jin, am known for my generosity."
Yan Qing wore a half-smile and didn't dwell on the issue with An Jin.
He could tell that An Jin was in a lot of pain.
What do you want to eat for breakfast?
After massaging for about half an hour, Yan Qing asked An Jin.
An Jin had no appetite: "Anything is fine."
Yan Qing withdrew her hand and got up to go to the kitchen to cook.
An Jin was unhappy. Her lower abdomen was hurting badly, and the pain started again as soon as Yan Qing let go of her hand.
The pain isn't constant; it comes and goes in waves.
Anyway, An Jin felt that when Yan Qing got up to leave, her lower abdomen hurt the most.
then.
Yan Qing had only taken a few steps towards the kitchen when she soon heard An Jin humming behind her.
He turned to look at An Jin, even though he had only been away from her for less than two minutes.
An Jin, who was sitting upright on the sofa just a moment ago, is now lying sprawled out in pain.
Cooking was another way to comfort An Jin.
Yan Qing made a decision in a second without even thinking.
He returned to the sofa, wrapped An Jin's hands and feet in a small blanket, and let her lie down on the sofa. He then massaged An Jin's stomach while opening a food delivery app.
Once wrapped in her blanket, An Jin immediately stopped whimpering. Seeing Yan Qing open the food delivery app, she quickly said, "I want to drink porridge."
Yan Qing glanced at An Jin sideways: "Hmm, what else would you like to eat?"
Just now, when Yan Qing asked, An Jin looked like she had no appetite. Now, her voice is lively and healthy, like a newborn calf, and she rattled off seven or eight things she wanted to eat.
Steamed dumplings, xiaolongbao, duck blood vermicelli soup, and the most outrageous of all, mutton soup.
Yan Qing felt increasingly helpless as he listened. Everything else was fine, but where was he supposed to go to buy mutton soup for An Jin so early in the morning?
At this hour, let alone mutton soup, the sheep haven't even woken up yet.
Yan Qing ignored An Jin, who was still reciting the menu, and ordered a whole bunch of takeout options available at that time.
He was ordering takeout on his phone, and An Jin propped herself up with her hands to watch him. After he finished ordering breakfast, An Jin immediately said, "And my flowers too."
Whether it's spending money or not, An Jin doesn't really care.
She's just being dramatic.
An Jin thought that she could take advantage of the buffer time she had finally managed to create last night and make the most of Yan Qing's patience.
If Yan Qing doesn't want to talk to me or doesn't like me, then I won't have to face the "trolley problem" that Yan Qing raised.
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