"Wife, why don't you run first, and I'll give you a fifty-point head start, how about that?"
Jiang Jinxiu was overjoyed when she heard this.
"Okay, let's begin."
She started running back before Gu Xichen could react.
She was certain that she could beat him.
Gu Xichen looked at the uncivilized little woman, shook his head with a smile, and obediently counted aloud.
Before he could even count to fifty, the woman in front of him suddenly stopped and squatted down.
Gu Xichen sensed something was wrong and quickly ran over.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
Jiang Jinxiu felt utterly miserable at that moment.
She felt warm currents flowing out from below her.
She looked up at Gu Xichen pitifully and said, "My period has started."
"What? Then let's hurry back and treat them properly."
My wife is a former educated youth from Beijing who was sent to the countryside. Since we got married, none of her family members have ever visited.
Now that her aunt has come, we should treat her well.
He needs to perform well.
Upon hearing his reply, Jiang Jinxiu knew that he had misunderstood.
He chuckled.
"No, honey, what are you laughing at? Your period came and you didn't even tell me beforehand, and you're still laughing?"
Gu Xichen looked at Jiang Jinxiu with a puzzled expression.
"Um, Xichen, you misunderstood. I meant, I got my period."
Jiang Jinxiu burst out laughing when she saw his dazed expression.
Tragically, it turned out to be a disaster.
Another surge of heat, like a flood, gushed out, accompanied by a dull pain.
She clutched her stomach, her face pale.
Gu Xichen, suddenly enlightened, blushed.
Without saying a word, he picked Jiang Jinxiu up and carried her home: "Let's go home."
Men are strong, and he quickly carried her back to the room.
Jiang Jinxiu kicked her out.
At this moment, she was very grateful that there was a space, and there were sanitary napkins in the space, so she didn't need to use cotton pads.
In those days, people in rural areas would use cotton pads to cover their menstrual pads, which would be washed and reused after use.
Some even use wood ash.
It's neither hygienic nor convenient.
Gu Xichen, on the other side, realized he had made a fool of himself and went straight into the kitchen without caring about anything else.
He clearly remembered that when his younger sister was unwell, his mother would make her brown sugar ginger soup.
Gu Xichen finished brewing the ginger and brown sugar water, and Jiang Jinxiu was just about to fetch water to wash clothes.
Gu Xichen called out to her directly, took the clothes from her hands, and stuffed the ginger tea into her hands.
"Honey, you go back and rest first. I'll help you wash. Don't touch cold water for the next few days."
Jiang Jinxiu was deeply touched, so she simply moved a stool and sat by the door, watching the man finish washing her clothes.
While the man was hanging out the laundry, Jiang Jinxiu returned to the house and secretly filled a pot with spiritual spring water.
As soon as Gu Xichen came in, Jiang Jinxiu handed him a drink: "You've worked hard, have some water to soothe your throat."
Gu Xichen took it and drank it right away, thinking how wonderful his wife was.
The spring water is refreshing and sweet, and tastes great.
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