Meng Zhao held her tightly, and Qingying's petite body nestled in his arms, and he held her in a protective posture.

Their bodies were too close, which made Qingying a little worried.

She was afraid that in the middle of the night, her period would seep through her menstrual belt and get on Meng Zhao.

Qingying tugged at Meng Zhao's sleeve and whispered to him, "Young Master, you hold me so tightly, my menstrual fluid will get on you and dirty your clothes. Let me go and let me sleep alone."

Meng Zhao didn't care, "It's okay if it gets dirty."

He touched Qingying's cold hands and feet and sighed, "Your hands and feet are cold, I have enough yang energy, I will warm you up, so you won't feel so much pain."

As he spoke, he grabbed Qingying's two small jade feet and placed them between his legs, and put his warm and thick soles against her cold little feet to warm her feet. He

held her two cold little hands in his big hands and rubbed them, passing the warmth of his palms to her.

Meng Zhao lowered his eyes to look at Qingying in his arms, and asked with concern: "Are you feeling better? Does your stomach still hurt?"

Qingying stared at the man with a worried look on his face, her heart trembling slightly, and her usually calm heart was slightly rippled.

Is the eldest master worried about her?

Qingying was stunned for a moment, then immediately came to her senses and whispered: "It doesn't hurt anymore, thank you, eldest master."

"Well, it's good that it doesn't hurt, go to sleep."

Meng Zhao held Qingying's arms tightly, and he tucked the corners of the quilt tightly, for fear that the cold air would get in and freeze her.

Qingying closed her eyes, pressed against the man's chest, listened to his steady and strong heartbeat, felt the warmth coming from his body, and a very subtle emotion arose in her heart.

She heard that it was a big taboo for women to have their periods, and that menstrual fluid was a dirty thing that would bring bad luck, so husbands had to avoid it.

Aunt Li at the entrance of the village, her husband would sleep in a separate room from her every time she had her period, for fear of being contaminated by bad luck.

Meng Zhao, such a distinguished young master, did not mind her having her period, and was willing to let her sleep in the big bed, hold her, and rub her belly.

Except for her father, no man had ever been willing to coax her so patiently when she was sick.

The chest against her back was thick and warm, and the endless heat was transmitted, like a stove, dispelling the coldness in Qingying's body.

This night was the most peaceful sleep she had since she married into the Meng family.

Because Qingying had her period, her body was weaker than usual, and her spirits were a little worse, so she slept more deeply.

The next morning, the sky was bright.

Meng Zhao woke up first. Qingying nestled in his arms, sleeping soundly, and there was no sign of waking up yet.

Meng Zhao lowered his head and gently kissed her thick black hair without waking her up, and let her continue to sleep.

Time passed bit by bit, and the sky was getting brighter and brighter.

Meng Wu outside had been waiting for a long time, and his legs were numb from standing.

The breakfast in the kitchen was already prepared and cold. They just had to wait for Meng Zhao to speak so that they could heat it up and bring it over.

Meng Wu looked up at the sky. It was almost noon, and the young master rarely got up at this time.

Is there something wrong with his body?

Meng Wu stepped forward, knocked on the door gently, and asked worriedly: "Young master, are you not awake yet?"

Meng Zhao on the bed looked cold, and his eyes swept towards the door with a slightly cold look.

This Meng Wu came out to make trouble again.

He lowered his voice and whispered to the door: "Step back. If necessary, this young master will call you."

Meng Wu was slightly stunned when he heard Meng Zhao's voice. It turned out that the young master had woken up a long time ago.

It was just a little strange that the young master had been silent and had not gotten up. Why was that?

Meng Zhao thought about it, and there was only one reason left.

The young master was indulging in the gentleness and didn't want to get up.

Meng Wu had been following Meng Zhao since he was a child. This was the first time he saw the self-disciplined Meng Zhao break the rules and lie in bed.

This aunt's charm was really great. Even the young master, who was known for not being interested in women, fell under her spell.

Meng Wu, who had always been stupid, also understood what she meant at this moment. He responded with "I'll take my leave" and immediately left in disgrace.

Not long after Meng Wu left, Qingying on the bed pouted and grumbled.

She rubbed against Meng Zhao's flat and firm chest, then slowly opened her eyes.

Author: Seeking beads~