It turned out that the woman came to Kwai Shui to shed so much blood.

Ming Yulong stared at Rong Yi's back, quickly took off the obscene pants, and ripped off the homemade four-cornered cotton pants, quickly put on the clean obscene pants, and then took off the long skirt outside, and replaced it with a clean one, which made me feel more comfortable.

Turning sideways to put away the dirty clothes and pants, his eyes fell on the dazzling marks on them, and he frowned, wanting to throw them aside, but found a stream of things pouring out from under him.

That's a lot of money!

The new pants that I will put on are about to get dirty again.

Now in ancient times, there are no sanitary napkins, no strips, not even toilet paper, and I don't know how the women come to the aunt to get it?

Rong Yi waited for a while, and when he heard the sound of rubbing his clothes behind him, he moved his eyebrows slightly and asked:

"Are you alright?"

"It's not good! Don't turn around! Ming Yulong looked left and right, couldn't find a suitable thing, glanced at the dirty small four-cornered cotton pants, and folded it horizontally, made a small rectangular piece of cloth, and put it in the pants.

During the whole process, Ming Yulong constantly hypnotized herself-

It doesn't matter at all that you use cotton pants to make sanitary napkins, it doesn't matter at all, no one else will see it, no one will laugh at it!

Under this repetition, he finally set up his position, and then rubbed the soiled clothes into a ball, hugged them in his arms, and coughed gently,

"Hmm."

Rong Yi turned around and saw that she was holding the ball of things in her arms, as if she was holding some peerless and rare treasure, wrapped in airtight, for fear that others would see it, she couldn't help laughing,

"Put down your clothes and come and sit."

She doesn't want it!

Ming Yulong didn't want to sit on a blood ball anymore, so she said with disgust: "Don't sit on you, what if it gets on my clean clothes?" ”

The disgusted son of the world glanced at his brocade robe, raised his eyebrows and said, "Who did this good thing?" ”

Ming Yulong looked up at the roof of the carriage and said, "I don't care, anyway, I'm cleaner now." After thinking about it, he said: "You should also quickly change your clothes, so that people can see it, and they think that you have been beaten and vomited blood!" ”

After speaking, I remembered that this was my own sunflower water, and the word "vomiting blood" seemed a bit too much.

Rong Yi didn't mind, took the light fur that was placed on a plate and threw it on her body, pushed the small silver charcoal stove towards her, slowly took out another set of clothes from it, and unbuttoned them one by one.

"Your body is cold, cover your light fur. Does it still hurt in my abdomen right now? ”

Ming Yulong took his dark purple soft fur and draped it on his body, and he didn't know what kind of fur this fur was made of, it was soft and warm, and it was like a small quilt on his body, which was very warm.

Seeing that Rong Yi unbuttoned his clothes and was about to change his clothes, Ming Yulong grabbed the edge of his robe with his small hand, turned his head, and stared at the night pearl on the pillar and said:

"It's a little bit more, but it doesn't hurt as much as it started."

Originally, it was to avoid seeing Rong Yi changing clothes, but soon, Ming Yulong found that half of Rong Yi's change of clothes was illuminated inside the Night Pearl.

She wanted to look away, but she was reluctant to look away.

Just little by little, a vague glimpse of his movements.