"No… "
She thought she would never visit her aunt, so she didn't even think about taking her.
Jiang Beiyuan hummed, then picked Yan Nian up and put him on the bed without saying a word.
"Sit here while I go to the supermarket downstairs to buy you towels."
"But the blood will stain the bed."
"fine."
The corners of his lips were slightly raised, his eyes were very soft, and he raised his hand to touch her head. It seemed that in his eyes, he didn't care at all whether she would make the bed dirty.
…
Three minutes later, the convenience store downstairs of the hotel.
The man wearing a khaki hooded jacket, with a straight and handsome figure, walked straight to the shelf with sanitary napkins, took out all types of sanitary napkins from the two brands Hushubao and Sophie, and then went to check out .
He remembered clearly that Yan Nian only used these two brands on weekdays.
"Young man, are you buying sanitary napkins for your girlfriend?" the sales lady asked with a smile. After all, he is a handsome young man who is rare to see in a century.
"No," Jiang Beiyuan lowered his eyebrows and said in a rare gentle voice, "I am my wife now."
"Oh, it's great to be young!"
The aunt sighed to herself and paid Jiang Beiyuan.
Back at the hotel, Yan Nian took a random pack of sanitary napkins from the black plastic bag Jiang Beiyuan brought back.
"Thank you, it's hard for a grown man like you to buy this."
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan pursed his thin lips and stared at her red eyes for a moment.
She had cried.
Yan Nian took the sanitary napkin and went into the bathroom.
Sitting on the toilet, with his head hanging down, he kept feeling upset and frustrated, his tears were falling down uncontrollably.
Jiang Beiyuan outside was leaning against the wall.
He folded his hands on the back of his head and waited quietly for her to come out. His dark eyes looked into the distance with no focus. There was heartache in his eyes, and there was also sadness and pain that could not be noticed.
Twenty minutes passed.
Yan Nian hasn't come out yet.
Jiang Beiyuan was a little anxious and was about to break in to find out what was going on. When the bathroom door opened from the inside, he was faced with Yan Nian's pale face.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
He picked her up again and put her on the bed, kneeling down on one knee to look at her level.
Yan Nian hummed, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "I don't know what's going on, but my stomach hurts so much this time..."
It didn't hurt before.
After graduating from junior high school, she had not felt any dysmenorrhea for a long time, and this time her aunt had a lot of menstrual cramps.
"Does it hurt? Take you to the hospital?"
"No, don't go to the hospital."
Yan Nian sniffed, his apricot eyes filled with crystal water.
"The doctor will definitely prescribe painkillers for me. Aunt Qiao told me not to take any more Western medicine."
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan called Qiao Zhen without saying anything. Seeing that the person on the bed was sweating, his palms began to sweat too.
The phone rang for a long time before being answered.
"Hello?! Who is it? Didn't you see me doing acupuncture?!"
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan pursed his lips and said patiently, "I'm sorry to bother you. I'm Jiang Beiyuan. I'm having my period. I have dysmenorrhea this time. What do you think I should do?"
"Oh, dysmenorrhea is a good thing. Her uterus was so cold that she couldn't feel it before. Now that it has been opened, it means that her uterus has warmed up, so there is no need to make a fuss."
"She's in pain."
Jiang Beiyuan spoke every word, his brows furrowed tightly.
It seemed that for him, he didn't care whether her womb was warm or not.
Qiao Zhen was speechless: "Oh, I'm injecting people right now, I'll talk about it later!"
(End of chapter)