Aoying opened her eyes and met Meng Zhao's gentle and deep black eyes. She couldn't help but be slightly startled.

She found that Meng Zhao always liked to look at her quietly without saying a word these days.

And when he looked at her, he would suddenly lean over to kiss her.

For example, at this moment.

Meng Zhao leaned over and licked Aoying's pink lips.

"Well..." Aoying stretched out her little hand and pushed his chest, and refused in a coquettish voice: "Young Master, I have my period, I can't..."

"I know, don't do that." Meng Zhao kissed for a while, then let go of Aoying.

He stroked her rosy and moist lips, and said softly: "Are you hungry? I'll ask Meng Wu to ask the maid to bring the meal over."

As soon as the voice fell, Aoying's stomach made a gurgling sound very appropriately.

She rubbed her stomach a little embarrassedly and whispered, "A little hungry."

Qingying was a little surprised. Why was she so hungry as soon as she woke up? There was no such sign in the past.

Turning her head to look out the window, she found that the sky outside was too bright, not like dawn at all.

Qingying asked, "Master, what time is it now?"

"One quarter after noon."

One quarter after noon?

Qingying widened her eyes in surprise. Had she slept for so long?

She immediately got up in a panic, "Master, have you been waiting for a long time? I didn't oversleep on purpose. I will get up right away to serve you dinner."

Meng Zhao held her down, "Don't worry, take your time, I just woke up too."

"Really?"

"Yes." Meng Zhao nodded.

After hearing what Meng Zhao said, Qingying dared to slow down her movements and slowly climbed up.

She lifted the quilt and got up from Meng Zhao's arms. With a casual glance, she suddenly found a dried reddish-brown bloodstain on his white undershirt.

Qingying was frightened and her face turned pale. She said in panic: "Young Master, you are stained with my menstrual fluid. This is an ominous thing. If the Madam knows, she will punish me."

Qingying originally had a lucky mentality. She thought that Meng Zhao only held her for one night. If the amount of menstrual fluid was not large, this menstrual belt would be able to last until dawn.

Tomorrow morning, if she got up early, it would not leak out.

Who knew that it really got stained.

The richer the family, the more they pay attention to these taboos.

Meng Zhao is suffering from a leg disease now. Madam Meng is very worried about his health. She is afraid that he might get into trouble, so she comes to ask about his health every day.

It is said that men are prone to contracting serious diseases after coming into contact with women's menstrual fluid.

If Madam Meng knew about this, she would be furious, scolding Qingying for not knowing the rules, and then beat her with a stick and deduct all her monthly allowance.

The more Qingying thought about it, the more scared she became, and cold sweat broke out in her palms.

Meng Zhao patted the back of Qingying's hand and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, I won't let mother know, and she won't punish you."

"Young Master..." Qingying raised her eyes and looked at Meng Zhao in a daze, and the subtle emotions in her heart began to grow and spread again.

Her heart, at this moment, suddenly became confused.

The eldest son was protecting her. He was willing to take the risk of being entangled in bad luck, rather than let Madam Meng punish her.

Meng Zhao rubbed the stunned Qingying's head and said softly: "Go get me some clean clothes to change into, don't let Meng Wu see it when he comes in later."

"Yes."

Qingying immediately got down to get clean clothes for Meng Zhao.

Last night, Qingying almost lay on Meng Zhao.

The two were so close that the sunflower water that seeped out only stained Meng Zhao, but did not dirty the bed.

After Qingying checked the bedding, she also changed into a clean skirt. She hid the dirty clothes that the two had changed, and then went out to call Meng Wu in from the yard.

When Meng Wu carried Meng Zhao down from the bed, Meng Zhao did not know what he ordered.

Qingying only heard a voice of "As you command", and then Meng Wu retreated.

Not long after, the maids came over with steaming meals and placed them one by one.

The last dish was served in a casserole with a lid on it, and Qingying did not know what dish it was.

After everyone left, Meng Zhao asked Qingying to sit down, and he said, "Lift the lid."

"Yes." Qingying obediently lifted the lid, and then was stunned.

This was a pot of black chicken soup, and large and plump red dates and wolfberries floated on the steaming soup, which looked exceptionally delicious.

Qingying asked in surprise, "Master, do you want to drink black chicken soup?"

Meng Zhao said, "I asked someone to make it specially for you. Drink more to nourish your body."

Specially...

The two words "specially" made Qingying's calm heart begin to surge, secretly stirring up a huge wave.

Qingying suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, poured a bowl of chicken soup, picked up the ladle and took a sip. The sweet and warm chicken soup flowed into her stomach, making her feel warm all over.

She raised her head and glanced at Meng Zhao, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, with a bit of girlish shyness, she asked in a low voice: "Young Master, why are you suddenly so nice to me?"

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