Jiang Xingzhou put the remaining sausage in his pocket, took Song Ci's hand, and asked as he walked back, "Song Song, can we fry some starch sausage at home?"
The cat had eaten all the corn sausages, leaving only a few starch sausages at home, and the starch sausages tasted better when fried.
Song Ci was about to reply, but suddenly she stopped holding Jiang Xingzhou's hand and felt a pain in her stomach.
Jiang Xingzhou didn't know what was going on. He could only feel that Song Ci was holding his hand with great force. He even felt that his fingers were a little painful.
"Song Song? What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"
Song Ci wanted to shake her head, but her stomach wouldn't cooperate. The pain made her waist bend more and more, and her free hand covered her stomach, trying to relieve the pain by squeezing it.
"My stomach hurts." It took her a long time to say this, and at this time she had already squatted down little by little.
Jiang Xingzhou was extremely anxious, and the only solution he could think of was to go to the hospital.
"I'll take you to the hospital." He pretended to pick up Song Ci.
Song Ci stopped him: "No, I can't move, let's slow down for a while."
"That won't do. You have to seek medical attention in time. What if it's too late? What if you still feel pain after a while?" Jiang Xingzhou was dissatisfied with her way of giving in.
Song Ci blushed and stammered as she explained: "It seems to be that, menstruation, don't be afraid."
"Eh? Period? What's that?"
Jiang Xingzhou didn't react for a moment. This was the first time he had heard such a serious statement.
However, it is vaguely connected to a relative.
Song Ci explained further, which confirmed that his connection was correct.
"Did it always hurt this much before?" He immediately felt distressed. This kind of pain must be excruciating.
Song Ci's forehead was already oozing with sweat due to the pain. She turned pale and nodded weakly: "Almost."
Jiang Xingzhou became anxious again: "Then why didn't you tell me before!"
He offered his arm: "Hold me as hard as you can."
Although the pain in her lower abdomen made Song Ci unable to think, and she had no intention of answering or talking, Jiang Xingzhou's words still made her raise the corner of her mouth.
She held Jiang Xingzhou's wrist tightly and leaned half of her body into his arms: "No, we were not a couple before."
Jiang Xingzhou: “.”
It seems so.
When he thought of the pitiful little Song Ci lying in bed with no one to take care of her, he even imagined the erhu background music in his mind, and felt so distressed.
"Then you have me from now on. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately."
He lowered his head and rubbed the top of Song Ci's head, admonishing her.
Song Ci nodded in his arms: "Yeah, I know."
Jiang Xingzhou remembered that he seemed to have bought brown sugar the last time Song Ci was sick.
This was just something he had heard, and he didn't know if it would work, so she asked Song Ci, "Will drinking brown sugar help?"
Song Ci shook her head: "It's just so-so. Just hold a cup of hot water over your stomach before going to bed. I feel much better now, but I just couldn't stand it for a while."
Song Ci raised her body slightly, pressed her belly against Jiang Xingzhou's knees, and lay in his arms.
She took the initiative to rub Jiang Xingzhou's cheek with hers. She stopped only when she felt the warmth on Jiang Xingzhou's cheek and said coquettishly, "Jiang Jiang, can you carry me back?"
Jiang Xingzhou: “!
!”
Not to mention carrying me on your back, even a princess hug is no problem!
At this moment he was so excited that he even forgot the touch of Song Ci's soft face.
"Then stand up a little, and I'll adjust my posture to carry you."
"Okay."
Song Ci stood up and supported him to stand up slowly.
Jiang Xingzhou was puzzled when he saw her stand up. He had originally planned to just squat and turn around, but he didn't expect Song Ci to stand up directly.
But it didn't matter. He stood up and left his back to Song Ci, then bent down and said, "Come up."
Song Ci didn't answer and just lay down silently.
Given his height, his legs were longer than hers. Even if he bent over, she still couldn't lie down easily in one step. She had to move up a little so that Jiang Xingzhou could carry her conveniently.
Song Ci was just planning to talk to Jiang Xingzhou and ask him to go lower, but she didn't expect Jiang Xingzhou to grab her thigh and pull her up.
Before she could react, Jiang Xingzhou's head was right in front of her.
After reacting, Song Ci bumped her head against Jiang Xingzhou's and said angrily, "Tell me something."
It gave her a fright.
Jiang Xingzhou slapped her thigh lightly and said, "If it hurts, don't say anything. Hug me now. We are going home."
His actions made Song Ci blush. How could he do this
But Jiang Xingzhou was carrying her on his back, so she just hummed and hugged Jiang Xingzhou, resting her head on the back of Jiang Xingzhou's neck, emptying her mind, and letting Jiang Xingzhou take her home.
Jiang Xingzhou kept asking her how she felt and whether it still hurt. She moved her mouth and answered his questions in a low voice.
However, Jiang Xingzhou had no experience in this area. He seemed to be the embodiment of a hundred thousand whys, asking questions one after another, and occasionally asking some funny questions.
"Song Song, did you just get here? But it's not even nine o'clock yet."
"Huh? What? I'm not sure since we haven't even gone home yet, but it's almost there. Only this would hurt that much."
"Still not sure?" Jiang Xingzhou was even more shocked. "Then how do you know?"
Song Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I just said it hurts. Only menstruation hurts like this."
After a pause, she added in a low voice: "And there will be feelings too."
Well, so embarrassing. Song Ci turned her head shyly, pressed her cheek against his back, and stared blankly at the night view in the distance.
How could I discuss this kind of issue in depth with a boy
Song Ci still felt ashamed after thinking about it, and couldn't help but pick up Jiang Xingzhou's clothes and grind his teeth.
Jiang Xingzhou, who couldn't see behind him, didn't know what Song Ci did, but he just felt that his clothes were suddenly lifted up.
But at the moment he was seeking knowledge, so he didn't think about how Song Ci lifted his clothes without reaching out. He was shocked by the answer he got from Song Ci just now: "It turns out to be like this, so it means that the time of coming here is also uncertain?"
Song Ci nodded: "Well, not sure."
Jiang Xingzhou felt that his concept was challenged: "I thought it was a refresh at midnight, but this one is not only uncertain about the date, but also the time."
He tightened his grip on Song Ci's thigh and said solemnly, "Thank you for your hard work, Song Song."
His sudden behavior made Song Ci feel embarrassed. She raised her head and patted Jiang Xingzhou on the back again, humming and saying nothing.
*
After arriving home, Song Ci went back to her room first, took her things and went to the bathroom, while Jiang Xingzhou went to boil some water.
He rummaged around the house again and finally found the brown sugar he had bought last time. He found a cup and poured some of it into it.
When the hot water was ready, Song Ci came out of the bathroom.
"Are you here?" Jiang Xingzhou asked nervously.
Looking closely, I actually feel a little bit excited
Song Ci: “?”
Why does it feel weird
Those who knew thought she was having her period, while those who didn’t thought she was using a pregnancy test stick to test her pregnancy.
Very strange.
Jiang Xingzhou seemed to realize that he was a little too expectant, so he coughed twice and explained a few words.
Song Ci came over and sat on the sofa, holding a pillow over her stomach, then nodded: "Here it comes."
Jiang Xingzhou breathed a sigh of relief and immediately handed over the brown sugar water: "Here, drink some."
Song Ci couldn't bear to refuse Jiang Xingzhou's kindness, so she took it in her hand.
At the beginning, she also drank brown sugar water, but later found that it had little effect, so she stopped drinking it. She just drank some hot water, and then covered her stomach with the hot water bottle, and that was enough.
The hot water in her hand had just boiled. Fortunately, there was a handle, otherwise she would not be able to hold it.
Looking at the brown sugar water in her hand, Song Ci pursed her lips and smiled silently.
It turns out that this is what it feels like to have someone accompany you during your period and someone is worried about it.
She likes it very much.
"Jiang Jiang, come closer." She looked up and saw Jiang Xingzhou patting the seat next to her.
Jiang Xingzhou put down the kettle in his hand and sat over immediately: "What's wrong? Is it hurting again?"
"No."
Song Ci shook her head, and when he came closer with worry, she quickly kissed him on the left cheek.
"Huh?"
Jiang Xingzhou was stunned for a moment, and when he looked over, Song Ci had already turned away with red ears.
If Song Ci hadn't been feeling unwell and hadn't been holding a cup of steaming hot brown sugar water in her hand, he would really have hugged her immediately.
I was kissed secretly.
No, this is probably the reward Song Ci gave him
Jiang Xingzhou thought happily, and pulled Song Ci's hand in his to warm her hands.
"You little rascal, you kissed someone and I won't show it to you, I won't show it to you..."
He muttered random words slowly and casually, and Song Ci's cheeks became hotter and hotter.
After a while, Jiang Xingzhou finally let her go and asked her, "By the way, do you have enough sanitary napkins? Do you want me to buy some for you?"
He still has this little common sense.
At this time, he felt that he was a perfect boyfriend. All the male protagonists in novels had to learn from him and be more proactive, instead of waiting for girls to ask for the purchase themselves.
Look at him, how proactive.
Jiang Xingzhou was proud of himself and even expected Song Ci to say that it was not enough.
Song Ci was stunned. Jiang Xingzhou was too proactive, but she had stockpiled goods.
So she nodded under Jiang Xingzhou's expectant gaze: "It's enough."
Jiang Xingzhou: “.”
Things are not going right, why is it enough
Shouldn't it be not enough? Then he has to go to the supermarket to buy some. If the supermarket auntie misunderstands him as a pervert or something, he will have the opportunity to show off that he has a girlfriend.
It's very strange.
Song Ci seemed to read something from his ever-changing expression and lowered her eyes to think about it.
She took a sip of the brown sugar water, then put the cup on the coffee table and called Jiang Xingzhou again.
"I'm here, Song Song, what's wrong?" Jiang Xingzhou moved over consciously.
"Why don't you drink it?" Seeing that Song Ci didn't have a cup in his hand, he asked, "Isn't it delicious?"
As he spoke, he was about to get the cup, and a bunch of profound truths were already on his lips.
Song Ci held his arm and blocked his way: "No."
She lowered her head in embarrassment, and sighed in her heart that she was really unreserved.
But they are a couple, and this kind of help is very common.
Song Ci encouraged herself in her heart, and finally mustered up the courage. She whispered, "Actually, there is another way."
"What?" Jiang Xingzhou asked.
Song Ci nervously grabbed her pants, and took the initiative to put the pillow in her arms into Jiang Xingzhou's arms, revealing her belly.
"The heat from rubbing your palms together will also help your tummy feel good."
With that said, Jiang Xingzhou would know what she meant.
Jiang Xingzhou opened his mouth, his brain seemed to be burning, and something seemed to be wrong.
What does that mean
Is she inviting him to rub her belly
"Song Song..." His voice was a little hoarse.
Song Ci nodded and said "hmm" softly, confirming his idea.
For a moment, Jiang Xingzhou was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands, and Song Ci took the initiative to lie on his legs.
Be proactive.
It was Song Ci who took action first.
Jiang Xingzhou calmed himself down and tried to keep a calm mind. It was just helping to rub the belly. He would still help even if his CPU burned out.
Throwing the pillow aside, he lifted Song Ci's head and adjusted her position on his legs. After making sure that both of them were comfortable, he prepared to lift Song Ci's clothes.
"Don't lift it." Song Ci hurriedly grabbed him.
Touching is already the limit, how can you also just look and touch
She turned her face towards the coffee table and stammered, "Can you please not look at it?"
Jiang Xingzhou respected her, so he didn't touch her clothes anymore.
He began to rub his hands, and soon his palms became hot. He first put his hands on Song Ci's cheek: "Is this temperature okay?"
Song Ci's mind was in a mess, so he had no time to think about these things, so he just said yes casually.
Jiang Xingzhou rubbed it twice more, then waited for the right moment to put both hands on Song Ci's belly.
"Hmm..."
Jiang Xingzhou asked: "Is this temperature okay through the clothes?"
Song Ci was angry and embarrassed, this was not what she meant.
She originally wanted Jiang Xingzhou to lift up her clothes and put them on her belly, with the clothes covering his hands. Unexpectedly, because of her obstruction just now, Jiang Xingzhou thought that she wanted to do it through the clothes.
Jiang Xingzhou was about to let go and rub it a second time, but Song Ci denied him: "No."
Can't
What
Oh, you can’t do it through clothes.
So what should we do!
It was Song Ci herself who didn't allow her clothes to be lifted up!
My girlfriend during this period was really hard to please, she would change her attitude every now and then.
But remembering how Song Ci turned pale in pain not long ago, Jiang Xingzhou's expression softened and he asked patiently: "Then Song Song, please give me some advice, how should I do it?"
The moment he looked over, Song Ci closed her eyes, not giving him a chance to look back.
Jiang Xingzhou thought something was wrong, but he didn't expect that the next second, Song Ci pulled his hand under her clothes and pressed against her belly without any obstruction.
Jiang Xingzhou didn't dare to move. He could only feel that the area on his hand was very flat. It seemed to tremble a little when he just put it on, and then the temperature was not high.
Now he understood what Song Ci meant.
You can't open it and look inside, but you can put your hand inside.
"Understood."
He stretched out his hands again, rubbed them to warm them up, and then put both hands in at the same time.
The hot palms and the skin on Song Ci's belly were about to touch, and the heat was interacting.
Where he didn't notice, Song Ci curled her lips.