Probably because she ate a little too much spicy strips, Ruan Jiaojiao only felt that her stomach was hot.

In order to suppress this hot feeling, Ruan Jiaojiao also ate an ice cream very boldly.

And as a result, her menstrual period has come.

It came vigorously and without warning.

When Ruan Jiaojiao realized that her menstrual period was coming, she hurriedly went to clean up herself.

As soon as she came out of the toilet, she felt a dull pain in her stomach.

It's been a long time since she's felt the pain of this menstrual period.

Ruan Jiaojiao didn't dare to tell Fu Qiran, so she could only nest on the bed and hold her stomach and bear the pain silently.

As a rule of thumb, this pain usually only lasts for one afternoon.

As long as she sleeps, maybe she won't be in pain.

Ruan Jiaojiao comforted herself like this, her face turned pale, and her breathing became heavy.

The rare pain gave Ruan Jiaojiao an illusion of separation between body and soul.

She seemed to float in the air, looking at the bed holding her stomach and occasionally letting out a painful light. Moan's body.

The pain was only on her body, but it didn't touch her soul.

She felt like she was being separated, half body pain, half soul ethereal.

I don't know how long it took, but she fell asleep completely.

At six o'clock in the evening, Fu Qiran returned home.

The meal was already prepared on the table, but there was no familiar figure.

Fu Qiran frowned and asked the housekeeper.

The housekeeper told Fu Qiran that Ruan Jiaojiao was resting upstairs.

Fu Qiran answered and walked upstairs.

The bedroom door was closed, but the lights were on.

Fu Qiran pushed the door and entered, only to see a big bag arched on the bed, and what was exposed was Ruan Jiaojiao's slender white arms.

Her hand gripped the quilt tightly, and flowing veins were faintly visible on the back of her hand.

Fu Qiran intuitively felt that something was wrong with Ruan Jiaojiao in such a state.

He walked over and crouched down to the edge of the bed.

"Jiaojiao?" He screamed.

Ruan Jiaojiao faintly heard a familiar voice.

She barely poked her head out, and there was an abnormal flush in the whiteness of her small face.

"Mr. Fu." She cried out weakly.

Fu Qiran probed her forehead, "Fever?" ”

Ruan Jiaojiao shook her head, "I'm fine." ”

"Have you had dinner?"

"Hmm." Fu Qiran responded.

Ruan Jiaojiao lifted the quilt and sat up.

A hot breath came to his face and hit Fu Qiran's face directly.

He pursed his lips and didn't speak.

Ruan Jiaojiao got up and got out of bed, her stomach was still aching, but fortunately, it didn't hurt as much as before.

It should be okay to go downstairs for dinner or something.

Fu Qiran smelled something keenly, his eyelashes trembled, and he stood up.

The two went downstairs together.

After Ruan Jiaojiao sat down, she silently lowered her head and began to eat.

Fu Qiran glanced at her and said in a deep voice: "The menstrual period is coming?" ”

"Hmm." Ruan Jiaojiao whispered.

"Upset stomach?" Fu Qiran asked again.

Ruan Jiaojiao pursed her lips and let out a small "um" from her nose.

Fu Qiran sighed and put his big hand on Ruan Jiaojiao's stomach.

"How many spicy strips did you eat in the lab today?"

"Didn't you eat so many spicy strips?"

As he said this, his big hand gently rubbed her belly.

"Does it still hurt?"

Ruan Jiaojiao's body stiffened, and she whispered, "It doesn't hurt much." ”

She paused for a moment, and then said, "But Mr. Fu, your hands are too cold, and when I rub them, they start to hurt again." ”

Fu Qiran: ......

Little without conscience.