Looking at Wen Nan's listless appearance, Lu Yanqing reached out and patted Wen Nan's head.
"Hmm, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Lu Yanqing lowered his eyes slightly. His voice remained steady, but his delicate eyebrows furrowed unconsciously.
"My stomach hurts." Wen Nan curled up in the corner of the bed, her voice still weak and powerless.
"What happened?" Lu Yanqing asked carefully, looking at Wen Nan's pale face. Lu Yanqing gently wiped the cold sweat from Wen Nan's forehead with a handkerchief.
Wen Nan looked up and saw Lu Yanqing's calm eyes.
"I've started my period." Wen Nan made no attempt to hide it, looking pitifully at Lu Yanqing.
Lu Yanqing lowered her eyes, her ear tips slightly red.
He tilted his head and coughed awkwardly, then took his own blanket and covered Wen Nan's body, carefully covering Wen Nan's stomach.
Then he went outside.
It came back quickly, a hot water bottle for winter, filled with hot water that Lu Yanqing had boiled, and handed it to Wen Nan.
Wen Nan was in so much pain that she was in a daze and didn't even move.
Lu Yanqing paused slightly, then opened the quilt, placed the hot water bottle on Wen Nan's lower abdomen, and then pulled Wen Nan's hand to let her cover it herself.
Lu Yanqing went out again, and when she returned, she was carrying a bowl of hot, thick brown sugar water.
"Wen Nan." Lu Yanqing placed the brown sugar water in front of Wen Nan. The red brown sugar water was steaming hot.
Wen Nan's eyelashes trembled slightly. She raised her head, pouted, and felt a bloating pain in her lower abdomen.
She hadn't expected that she'd been here for so long, and the first few times had been alright.
But this time the pain was so intense, there was nothing I could do about it.
Her aunt had a bad temper, and she could only put up with it.
Wen Nan was in excruciating pain, her face was deathly pale, and she even felt cold sweat breaking out on her back.
It felt like a spasm in my lower abdomen. This kind of pain is indescribable.
Although, but.
Wen Nan was indeed in so much pain that she didn't want to say a word.
"Husband, my stomach hurts." Wen Nan said weakly, clutching the hot water bottle on her stomach.
"Drink it and then take a nap." Lu Yanqing's voice was deep, but he didn't make any move.
Wen Nan gritted her teeth slightly.
"Husband, I'm in so much pain." Wen Nan looked at Lu Yanqing pitifully.
Lu Yanqing understood.
He sat on the edge of the bed and propped up the pillows so that Wen Nan could lie on them.
But Wen Nan refused and insisted on lying in Lu Yanqing's arms.
Lu Yanqing took a spoon and fed Wen Nan spoonful by spoonful.
Wen Nan's face was pale, and even her usually pink lips were completely devoid of color.
Lu Yanqing fed Wen Nan carefully, watching him swallow each bite.
After drinking the brown sugar water, Wen Nan finally felt some warmth in her body.
When Lu Yanqing returned, Wen Nan clung to him.
"Husband, my stomach hurts..." Wen Nan said the same thing again.
"Then... what should we do?" Lu Yanqing's voice was slightly hurried, but his eyes were really looking at Wen Nan.
Besides piping hot hot water bottles, there's also brown sugar water.
Lu Yanqing couldn't think of anything else.
"I'll go ask Aunt Yin." Lu Yanqing prepared to get up; brown sugar water and hot water bottles were already the limits of his knowledge.
What other solutions are there? Lu Yanqing didn't know.
“No need. I’ll tell you…” Wen Nan’s eyes flickered slightly as he opened them.
In the latter half of the night, Wen Nan was fast asleep in bed, while Lu Yanqing was wide awake. Wen Nan lay in Lu Yanqing's arms, her back to him, and Lu Yanqing felt that his hands were somewhat burning hot.
She said...rubbing it will make it stop hurting.
So even though Wen Nan fell asleep, Lu Yanqing couldn't let go of her hand.
The soft, yielding touch on his hand made Lu Yanqing pause slightly in his breathing.
Are all girls' bellies this soft?
The fresh hibiscus scent emanating from Wen Nan filled Lu Yanqing's nostrils.
A strand of Wen Nan's loose black hair fell near Lu Yanqing's ear, tickling him.
He felt somewhat awkward, and even late into the night, Lu Yanqing remained tense.
As dawn broke, Lu Yanqing closed his eyes for a short while; he was taking a day off. So he spent the whole night massaging Wen Nan's stomach.
Since he doesn't go to school anyway, he's not worried about missing his lessons.
Wen Nan turned around and buried herself in Lu Yanqing's arms.
The fresh scent of soap surrounded Wen Nan, and she took a deep breath. Then, like a little kitten, she snuggled against Lu Yanqing's chest.
Lu Yanqing's hair wasn't tied up either, and with Wen Nan's large movements, their hair blended together, making it impossible to tell whose hair was whose.
"My husband, you've worked hard." After a good night's sleep, Wen Nan's stomach pain subsided.
She reached out and wrapped her arms around Lu Yanqing's waist.
Her voice was soft and gentle, but perhaps because she had just woken up, it was a little hoarse.
"It's good that you're feeling better." Lu Yanqing lowered his eyelids and closed his eyes. His voice was a little hoarse, somewhat different from his usual calm and gentle voice.
It's especially alluring.
"Yes, my husband is so good." Wen Nan raised her eyes slightly and said this.
Lu Yanqing coughed awkwardly a few times. "It's still early, go back to sleep."
Lu Yanqing doesn't have to go to school today, so it's fine for him to sleep a little longer.
Wen Nan tilted her head, holding Lu Yanqing's black hair in her hand, slowly curling it around her fingertips.
She smiled faintly and spoke.
“My husband has performed so well, so I will reward him.” Wen Nan raised his head slightly.
Lu Yanqing hadn't reacted yet.
A soft, moist touch came from my jaw, as if it were burning hot.
"Smack".
Lu Yanqing's sleepiness vanished instantly.
Wen Nan looked up and gave Lu Yanqing a light kiss on the chin.
Lu Yanqing froze instantly, his mind going blank for a moment.
When he realized what was happening, his ears were completely red.
An unnatural blush also appeared on her cheeks.
Wen Nan seemed to have expected this, and she raised her head and touched Lu Yanqing's cheek with her cool hand.
It was unexpectedly hot.
Even in the darkness of night, Wen Nan could imagine how bright red Lu Yanqing's face must have been.
"I'll reward my husband with a kiss." The woman smiled faintly, her voice especially clear in the quiet room.
Lu Yanqing lowered his eyes.
Tranquility
"Is my husband shy?" Wen Nan asked as soon as he finished speaking.
Lu Yanqing picked up the blanket next to her and covered Wen Nan's head with it.
"Sleep a little longer..." Lu Yanqing coughed, his voice no longer steady, but somewhat flustered.
The tone of voice became a bit more rapid.
"Is my husband shy?"
"Doesn't my husband like it?"
Wen Nan spoke again, her voice muffled through the blanket as it reached Lu Yanqing's ears.
Lu Yanqing felt the temperature on his face. He raised a hand and gently stroked his chin, as if that spot was still burning hot.
It was as if the heat scorched his skin and melted away his composure, in places where Wen Nan couldn't see.
In the darkness, Lu Yanqing's eyes were filled with confusion.
It was as if the respectable man had been harassed.
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