Nan Fusheng turned his back to her and took a deep breath, forcing himself to forget the image that lingered in his mind, and then turned to look at Nan Zuisheng with a calm eyebrow: "Because girls will bleed under their menstruation, if they get on clothes and sheets, you should pay attention." ”

He stood up and picked up Nan Zuisheng with the quilt and put him on the chair in front of the dresser, and sure enough, the white sheets were stained with a lot of red blood, some of which had not completely dried up after careful inspection, and were slowly smearing along the texture of the sheets.

Nan Fusheng shook his head helplessly, this worrying little girl, she didn't even know that she had a period, and he changed the blood-stained sheets with skillful movements, he turned his head to look at Nan Zuisheng, who was still sitting on the stool and still looked ignorant: "Do you need my brother to help you change your clothes?" ”

After speaking, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised the sheet in his hand evilly.

Nan Zuisheng wrapped the small quilt on his body tightly and buried his head in it shyly: "I don't need it!" ”

The soft voice came out of the quilt, the silver silk feather embroidery flowed with a shallow light on the quilt, squatting down and looking at the ostrich girl shrunk in front of her, Nan Fusheng chuckled and stretched out his hand, knocking on the top of her exposed head: "Good." ”

Effortlessly, he picked up the nested Nan Zuisheng and put her back on the bed: "Don't hide from the little guy." Nan Fusheng effortlessly pulled open the quilt she was holding, folded it and spread it on the bed: "Don't sit on the bed directly, it will be stained with blood." ”

He bent down and hugged Nan Zuisheng in his arms, and when he lowered his eyes and saw her blushing face and erratic eyes, his heart was even more pitying: "What's there to be shy about being with my brother?" ”

Putting the girl's soft body on the folded quilt, and taking a set of brand-new pajamas prepared by the pillow, Nan Zuisheng watched his movements with wide eyes, and subconsciously hugged his shoulder: "I'll change my clothes myself." ”

She glanced up at Nan Fusheng, and then quickly turned away. Nan Fusheng stood in front of her, untied the bow ribbon on her shoulder, and interrupted the girl's refusal with his actions.

The supple ties slowly slipped off his shoulders, and Nam Zuisheng's body trembled uncontrollably slightly, allowing him to untie his nightdress skillfully. Nan Fusheng lowered his eyes and looked at the long inky hair passing through his fingers, and when he let go of his hand, the pale pink silk nightdress also fell.

The girl's delicate and small collarbones loomed under the long hair, the three-dimensional flower-style underwear was exquisitely made, and the complex flowers bloomed on the smooth and fair skin one after another.

He thought in silence that there was nothing more than the dazzling beauty of the world.

Quietly removing the amazement in his eyes, Nan Fusheng put on the long-sleeved silk top for the girl, and put the remaining trousers in his hand aside: "It's easier for you to change the rest." ”

His gaze swept over Nan Zuisheng's slender legs, a few traces of blood faintly revealed on his white shorts, and after pursing his thin lips, Nan Fusheng retracted his gaze, put a bag of things on the bed and turned to leave.

Nan Zuisheng sat stupidly in place for a long time before he lowered his head softly. Shame on the dead, shame on the dead, she covered her face with her hands and said silently in her heart.

As soon as she thought that her brother had personally changed her clothes just now, she couldn't help but her cheeks were hot and her heart was beating faster, and the aura of a mature man was really tempting for a young girl.

After the heat on his face gradually subsided, Nan Zuisheng raised his head: "What is this?" She took what Nan Fusheng left behind before leaving, which was a pack of pink seventh-degree space: "It seems that the girls in the class have used this kind of thing......" She frowned slightly and muttered to herself, turning over the back to look at the product description.

The hour hand gradually overlaps with the minute hand, pointing to the upright number 8.

The rose garden outside the window exudes an intoxicating fragrance under the starlight at night, and although summer has not yet fallen, a few bewitching beauties have bloomed sporadically, dancing in green dresses and wearing the dark blue light veil of the night, gently swaying in the evening breeze, dancing the melody of solitary self-appreciation.

After Nan Zuisheng changed her clothes and walked down the spiraling stairs, she looked at the man sitting on the sofa and typing on the keyboard, and called with a red face that was a little twisted; "Brother......

"Changed?" Nan Fusheng raised his head and glanced at her, then lowered his head again and continued to tap on the keyboard: "There is freshly boiled ginger candy on the table, drink it while it's hot." ”

Nan Zuisheng walked up to him when he heard this, there was a bowl of steaming red sugar water not far from the other party's computer, she picked up the porcelain bowl and sat next to Nan Fusheng, and reluctantly picked up the spoon and fiddled with the bottom of the bowl.

The golden shredded ginger was scooped out by the porcelain spoon, and some tiny ginger grains that had settled at the bottom of the bowl also floated on the red sugar water: "Can you not drink it?" ”

She lowered her head and smelled the spicy and pungent smell of ginger soup, and pursed the corners of her mouth in disgust: "Don't say it like blood, it still has a spicy taste." ”

Nan Fusheng stared at the computer screen in front of him, and curled the corners of his lips as he quickly skimmed through the rows of forms: "If you don't drink it, your stomach hurts, if you drink it, it won't hurt very much, and if you want to hurt, you can not drink it." After saying that, he took off his glasses and looked at Nan Zuisheng.

Looking at the ginger brown sugar in the bowl with a tangled face, Nan Zuisheng thought for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to take a sip of the bowl. After all, it's my brother's heart, and it's better to be obedient.

Swallowing the sweet and spicy sugar water with great difficulty, Nan Zuisheng looked at the remaining half of the bowl, and instantly felt his stomach turn upside down.

She put down the porcelain bowl with a sad face, covered her stomach and turned her head pitifully to look at Nan Fusheng, who was watching the show on the side: "Brother, I really can't drink it......" She puffed up her cheeks and blinked, expecting that Selling Meng could escape this catastrophe.

It's a pity that Nan Fusheng picked up the bowl without relenting at all, shook his head at her, and said to her silently: "No." ”

Then he stirred the ginger candy that had settled at the bottom of the bowl and fed Xiang Nan Zuishen in person: "You drank too much just now, so your stomach is upset." Carefully fed a spoonful of sugar water into Nan Zuisheng's mouth, and after the girl frowned and swallowed slowly, her throbbing stomach was indeed relieved a lot.

Nan Zuisheng stretched out his eyebrows and eyes, and found that as long as it was not particularly repulsive, the taste of ginger brown sugar was not too unbearable.

She smacked her lips unsatisfied, in order to take into account her taste, Wang Ma also deliberately added some red dates to it, the spicy ginger in the sweet mellow of red dates and brown sugar, the taste eased a lot, and she even thought it was quite good under the harmony of the two.

opened his mouth to take Nan Fusheng's feeding, and before he knew it, a bowl of ginger candy quickly bottomed out. Nan Fusheng put down the empty bowl and took out a tissue to wipe the corners of Nan Zuisheng's mouth, and there was a little smile in his handsome eyebrows: "Full?" He asked, throwing away the tissue.

"Not really." Nan Zuisheng touched his still shriveled little belly, and fluently reported a bunch of dish names in his mouth: "I still want to eat braised fish, sweet and sour pork ribs, honey chicken wings, ......" After speaking, she suddenly remembered the injury on her cheek, and lowered her head a little lonely: "It's a pity that I can't eat these now, if the wound is inflamed, it will be bad." ”

Nan Fusheng raised her face, and when her eyes swept over the red and swollen palm prints, a slight sneer rose at the corner of her mouth, and the grim and bloodthirsty smile was fleeting.

Nan Zuisheng caught that smile, and suddenly felt that the brother in front of her was a little strange, she blinked, Nan Fusheng returned to his previous handsome and gentle appearance, maybe she was dazzled just now, she thought silently.

"Young Master, the West Pavilion is old." Uncle Nan didn't know when he came over, he looked at the slightly ambiguous scene of Nan Fusheng and the two in front of him, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily raised slightly. The young master's mind is really meticulous, and every day he infiltrates the life of the eldest lady little by little, seemingly gentle, but in fact it is strong and cannot be refused.

But...... If he remembers correctly, the eldest lady is still underage.

The corners of Uncle Nan's originally raised lips instantly fell, he naturally knew the young master's character best, but he had been by the young master's side for so long, and seeing that his thoughts about the eldest lady were not a matter of a day or two, the eldest young master he ...... I don't think I have any special bad habits......

Uncle Nan was suddenly sad.