Chapter Eighty-Seven: Discomfort

She was already sleeping in a daze, and at this time she was even more irritable and uncomfortable, and she was holding on to the futon tightly and didn't want to open her eyes: "It's so Bailu, don't make any noise, just let me sleep for a while, my stomach is uncomfortable......"

"Well, it's not impossible for Yun Niang to sleep for a while......

Yao Yun's body trembled, slightly pulled down the futon that covered her eyes, and pulled out a bitter smile at the corner of her mouth.

Unexpectedly, the dignified Dadu Hun actually came in person, this is the first time Xiao Chengyu has stepped into her wing room since he arrived at the Beiting Duhu Mansion.

"Du, Duhu, why did you come in person......"

Xiao Chengyu stood on the edge of the bed, half-folded arms, staring at her with bright eyes.

"Are you really sick?"

The little lady bowed her head slightly, pursed her lips to hide her weakness, and said softly and dumbly: "Yes, it should be sick, my arm hurts very much, my stomach is uncomfortable, and my head and head also hurt slightly." ā€

Xiao Chengyu's gaze never left her fair face, both concerned and inquiring, trying to distinguish a bit of truth from her face, but her complexion was really not good today.

He sat half-bent down on the side of the bed, which was sunken, and raised his hand slightly to probe his thick palm into the warm futon inside.

Bai Lu was startled, quickly lowered his eyes and took a few steps back, and exited the room with great interest and closed the door.

"Hiss......" Yao Yun couldn't help but exclaim in pain, and hurriedly raised his hand to suppress his wanton palm, and the roots of his ears suddenly turned red.

The lady on the couch is like a tide of jade, and the pink carved jade is pitiful.

His big palm flowed away unhurriedly before it landed on her thin, limp arm.

The man's face was upright and dignified, and his eyes were piercing, as if he was doing the most ordinary and serious thing.

"Yun Niang turned out to be thin."

"Du, Duhu, my arm is very sore today, can I stop practicing arrows today?"

She pressed his big rough palm tightly against her forearm, feeling the strong knuckle of her fingers rubbing vigorously, sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle, as if pleasing as if flirting. She made a voice with trembling teeth.

"Hmm-" Xiao Chengyu responded, raising a thick eyebrow on one side, but the movements of his hands became more and more domineering, "Whether you are really sick or not, Bendu Hu will know at a look." ā€

He slowly let go of her forearm, but he poked his way down to her warm lower abdomen. The scorching palm was directly covered with a flat, cold lower abdomen isolated by a tulle undershirt.

The burning heat in her palm poured into her cold lower abdomen like a fiery spring, but after a while, it was warm all over her body, and she couldn't help but hum comfortably.

"Is your stomach really upset?" He asked in a deep voice.

"Well, it's a little uncomfortable."

Gracefully, Yao Yun's fair face was already slightly rippling, and her hand was still tightly covered with the back of his rough hand, for fear that he would continue to move recklessly.

"Yun Niang, do you want to invite a Lang Zhong to take a look?" He saw that her face was a little paler than before, and there was a faint worry in his eyes.

"No, don't bother to protect it, I'll just lie down for a while."

"Really? Beiting is not as good as Chang'an, if you are not happy, it is better to call Lang Zhong as soon as possible to take a look. ā€

Xiao Chengyu was about to withdraw his hand and get up to invite Langzhong, but he didn't think that he was pressed by the little lady under the palm under the futon.

He was stunned and looked at her with puzzled eyes.

She took a deep breath and stammered: "Du Hu, no, you don't need to call Langzhong, it's just that it's the menstrual period, and the lower abdomen is not very refreshing." ā€

The warm palm of the futon shook violently, and once again it was firmly covered on her flat lower abdomen.

When he was young, he often wandered around the Northland Qinglou to inquire about the news, and naturally he was familiar with a lot of boudoir matters. He knew that women would experience this every month, and the discomfort in the lower abdomen was even more common, and some women even had to take some home remedies to relieve it.

His gaze burned brightly, as if thousands of stars were pouring down.

"Thank you so much. In this way, it will be much better. ā€

She sensed some kind of strange emotion in his eyes, but it was indescribable, and the dazzling light pierced her heart.

In a trance, the two slender legs under the futon swayed weakly and lightly, and a sullen heat invaded.

Xiao Chengyu saw her frowning lightly, her white lips pecking slightly, as if she was delicate and obscure.

"What's wrong?"

She turned her face sideways, half of her pink cheeks disappeared in the soft quilt, and she only heard her humming in a sullen and glutinous voice: "I—I seem to have something here, can you let Bai Lu in......"

Xiao Chengyu pursed his lips, raised his eyes to look out of the snowy window, and responded in a mushy manner, hoarse and depressed.

Bai Lu came in with her belongings, standing up straight in a cold sweat, but she didn't dare to act rashly.

Her voice tickled like a kitten: "Duhu, you, you can go out first......"

Before the words fell, Xiao Chengyu directly took the tray in Bai Lu's hand, waved her hand and let her withdraw.

Yao Yun shuddered twice, couldn't care about anything else, and rolled into the bed a few times with his back, his cold and thin back clinging to the edge of the wall.

"Xiao, Xiao Chengyu, what are you going to do!"

Xiao Chengyu narrowed his deep and seductive ink eyes, his desire was flamboyant but not lewd, and his deep visit contained inexplicable feelings.

"Yun Niang herself can't see it clearly!"

He sat on the edge of the bed again, and with a slight lift of his strong arm, the embarrassed and annoyed little lady was dragged back to the outside of his thigh.

She raised her hand to push him away, but one of his large hands was embedded and held high above her head.

He deliberately blew the remaining words into her pink and moist ears, blew up a large piece of pink jade neck, and raised his eyes to stare at her delicate face as red as a tender peach and wanting to cry without tears.

He said he had come to clean her up.

Yao Yun felt that he must be crazy, evil, and broken......

"You, you hurry up!"

The cold hit under him, followed by the sound of rustling clothes and cloth wiping and rubbing.

She felt that the movements of the person at the end of the bed were smooth, as if she was practicing swords and martial arts, changing out of dirty clothes, tying up her clothes, and closing her dress.

Xiao Chengyu put the quilt on her and turned his face sideways not to look at her, in fact, he was afraid that she would see the surging lust under his eyes.

"Thank you so much." She let out a long sigh of relief, and her body slumped and relaxed.

"Yun Niang has seen me, and I have also seen Yun Niang, so it can be considered fair and just."

Yao Yun was already relieved and sulky, but he was so angry that he puffed out his cheeks, and raised his legs and kicked him out.

"Neurotic! Lecher! Old bastard! ā€

Xiao Chengyu had expected it, and slightly stretched out his healthy arm to grab a slender and white ankle that she kicked indiscriminately.

"Old? You still dare to scold me for being old, believe it or not......"

As his voice fell, his majesty and anger melted away. Because the little lady under her frowned again, as if she was struggling to endure it. The brow tightened, but it was tight in his heart.