Chapter 35: It's not too much to take a nap

"Maybe the customs are different. We don't call bastards childhood sweethearts."

There seemed to be a stagnant and foul feeling in Lu Mingchao's heart that was difficult to relieve.

My state of mind, which had always been as bright and pure as a clear stream, now seemed to be obscured by the dark clouds and rainstorms that suddenly attacked from the mountains, losing its former tranquility and clarity.

Lu Mingchao saw that Xie Yan's expression was really ugly. His eyes were dark and filled with hatred that she could not ignore. He hurriedly said, "Xie Yan, I will be with you from now on."

"If you don't let me down, I won't let you down either."

"If I have the ability to take revenge in the future, I will help you."

"Hold out your hand."

Lu Mingchao leaned forward slightly, his brows curved, and his tone softened.

Xie Yan's expression was as cold as a melting glacier, and there was a hint of dazedness in his face. He felt that the scene before him was too beautiful to be real.

The flickering candles cast mottled shadows on the beautiful face of the woman before him, soft and warm, like a gold-plated Buddha statue, giving rise to a strange yet appropriate sense of pity.

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and only saw him.

He met Lu Mingchao in Changxi Village.

Xie Yan obediently stretched out his hand, and the image of Ming Dynasty smiling and twisting her broken hair around his finger suddenly appeared in his mind.

He remembered that his earlobes were severely burned.

"Close your eyes." Perhaps out of shyness or nervousness, Lu Mingchao's voice was slightly hoarse, as if soaked in rippling spring water.

Xie Yan followed his advice.

I just felt a cool touch sliding across my fingers.

"Okay." Lu Mingchao pretended to be calm.

When it comes to matters between men and women, she can only be considered a strong talker.

In terms of logic, she can be a military strategist who can debate with many scholars and still stand out.

As for putting it into practice, it means failure and death before the mission is accomplished.

Xie Yan opened his eyes and looked at the ring finger of his left hand, on which a small and delicate golden ring was fittingly wrapped.

It looks like a ring, but it is not a ring.

The ring is also engraved with a plum blossom petal pattern, which is exactly the same as the one on the forehead of the Ming Dynasty.

Xie Yan didn't understand, but he couldn't stop being happy.

Lu Mingchao shook his fingers again, and then said with a smile, "I once read in a journal that giving a ring to a loved one means that the years will be a testimony to their staying together forever."

"Although you and I are not lovers yet, we still need to have good omens."

Xie Yan put their fingers together, his eyes sparkling with light, "We will fall in love."

He saw small inkstone characters engraved on the Ming Dynasty ring.

"Did you make this yourself?"

Lu Mingchao raised his chin and said proudly, "Of course."

"I know a lot."

Xie Yan's heart was so soft that it was in a mess. Looking at the charming woman under the candlelight, his mind was like a small boat sailing on the river, unexpectedly encountering a whirlpool of rapids, and he was deeply sucked in, sinking into it circle after circle, unable to extricate himself.

His thoughts suddenly became dark and deep, unfathomable.

Extremely repressed, yet also extremely hot.

Every aspect of the Ming Dynasty was vivid and bright.

For a moment, both of them were speechless.

The wind blew through the door, and the candlelight flickered.

When Lu Mingchao lowered his head, his eyes happened to meet Xie Yan's eyes.

Xie Yan frowned in panic.

Lu Mingchao also hurriedly picked up the cup and wanted to cover up his mistake.

Both of their cheeks were stained red.

Sure enough, when a single man and a single woman look at each other, it is easy to stir up trouble.

Xie Yan finally remembered that this was the wedding night with candles and flowers, and that every moment of the spring night was worth a thousand gold.

It's all because the candlelight is too soft and Xie Yan's eyes are too harsh.

Should she be reserved and reluctant to accept?

Or should we be enthusiastic and follow our heart?

Isn't this development a bit fast?

However, since we are already married, it shouldn’t be immoral to sleep together, right?

Just as Lu Mingchao was hesitating and tangled up in confusion, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.

Lu Mingchao: ???

No way!

Getting your period on your wedding night?

Well, don't worry about it, God has made the choice for her.

The pain is becoming more and more obvious.

"Xie Yan."

"Um?"

Lu Mingchao gritted his teeth and said, "I think my period is about to start."

Xie Yan's face turned even redder, and he didn't know where to look.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"My family hasn't had time to prepare a menstrual belt yet. I, you..."

Xie Yan spoke incoherently and stood up in a panic, as if he was considering whether it would be faster to sew it now or go to Lu's house to get it.

Lu Mingchao grabbed Xie Yan's wrist and said, "I have a menstrual belt."

There's nothing to be embarrassed about once you say it out loud.

"Then I'll go to the kitchen and heat some hot water for you to soak your feet in. It will make you feel better."

After Xie Yan left, Lu Mingchao breathed a sigh of relief.

I lightly touched the red plum blossom on my forehead, entered the space supermarket, found sanitary napkins and changed them in the bathroom.

Her Chao Chao Fu, water and electricity are all normal.

After everything was ready, Lu Mingchao flashed out.

She wanted to pretend to go to the toilet again, but as soon as she opened the door, a bone-chilling cold wind blew in her face, freezing her face so much that it hurt. Lu Mingchao slammed the door shut while shivering.

It’s too cold…

It was a clear sky and a gentle breeze during the day, but at night, the wind blew as if it was free. It was even more terrifying than the demon wind that swept away Tang Monk.

Could it be that someone made a wish to God for nothing?

Lu Mingchao was shivering constantly.

No more pretending.

Let Xie Yan think that she was not naturally fond of the toilet.

After a while, Xie Yan strode in holding a wooden basin, and the hot air from the basin rose in the air.

"Ming Chao, lift your feet."

Xie Yan squatted down calmly, without any reluctance, and took off his shoes. When he saw the socks, he exclaimed in amazement, "Ming Dynasty socks are very different."

Seeing his feet being held in Xie Yan's palm, Lu Mingchao felt a little uncomfortable.

Xie Yan had big palms and long fingers.

The joints are distinct, slender and straight.

"These are wool socks. They are warm and easy to wear."

"You have a part, Huaiqian, Ruan, and Jingyi all have a part."

"I'll give it to you tomorrow morning."

Xie Yan smiled and thought it might be a new fashion item in the capital, so he didn't think much about it.

"I'm not cold."

"You have to wear it even if it's not cold." Lu Mingchao said firmly.

"Xie Yan, let me do it myself." Lu Mingchao shrank his feet awkwardly.

Xie Yan shook his head. "You are having your period, so you must be feeling uncomfortable."

"Don't move."

"Is the temperature okay?"

Xie Yan did not rashly put Lu Mingchao's feet into the wooden basin. Instead, he scooped some water with one hand and sprinkled it gently on his feet.

"Yeah, that's fine."

The dim light was too soft, and the foot bath water was too warm. Lu Mingchao lowered his head and could only see Xie Yan's long hair tied up high.

The black hair and red clothes intertwined make people unable to take their eyes off.

Time seemed to be stretched very slowly, and in an instant it seemed to be stretched very quickly. Lu Mingchao could even hear the pounding of his own heartbeat.

"alright."

Xie Yan's voice broke the silence in the room.

Even when the two of them slept in the same bed, Lu Mingchao was still a little dizzy.

On one side is the soft and cute Jingyi.

On one side is the tall and handsome Xie Yan.

"Xie Yan."

"Um?"

I'll just eat a little bit.