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Qiao Yanran frowned, "Yu Jiang, what's wrong with you?"
"My stomach hurts, right here." Yu Jiang took Qiao Yanran's hand and placed it close to his lower abdomen.
Her hand was very hot and pressed tightly against his lower abdomen. Yu Jiang's body trembled slightly.
Qiao Yanran saw that the pain on his face did not seem to be fake, but when she checked his pulse just now, other than being a little weak, there seemed to be no other problem
She looked through the memory of the original owner and accidentally discovered that men will have their periods when they are around twenty years old.
When Qiao Yanran saw this, she guessed that Yu Jiang was on her period.
"Be patient."
Qiao Yanran opened the quilt, half-crouched beside Yu Jiang, and gently massaged clockwise through the thin quilt on one side.
Yu Jiang clenched his teeth and soon relaxed.
With such a massage, his stomachache was relieved a lot, and it was now within the range he could bear.
"I'll go out for a while, and you'll be good at home."
Qiao Yanran said as she put on her clothes neatly and planned to go to the supply and marketing cooperative at the entrance of the village to sell some towels to avoid getting them on the bed.
Yu Jiang was lying on the bed, with a strand of hair standing on end, looking a little cute.
He hummed softly.
After Liu Hui left, Yu Jiang was the only one left in the whole house. The wind was howling outside, which was quite scary.
Yu Jiang felt a warm current flowing through his body. He felt something was wrong and lifted the quilt.
On the sheets, there was a pool of dazzling blood.
Yu Jiang looked at the blood stains on the bed and instantly felt a chill in his heart. He felt that he most likely had some incurable disease.
It is estimated that death is not far away.
Yu Jiang closed his eyes and accepted the result calmly. In fact, there seemed to be nothing worth remembering in his life.
Death is a relief.
Just when Yu Jiang and his thoughts were wandering, Qiao Yanran opened the door and walked in from the outside with a cold air, holding a suspicious object in her hand.
She walked to the bed in a few steps and took off the towel.
The towel here needs to be fixed with paper clips and straps, which is a bit more troublesome.
"The wife."
Yu Jiang shouted softly.
Qiao Yanran was still studying how to use this kind of towel, and she hummed without raising her head, "What's wrong? Your stomach still hurts badly?"
Yu Jiang pursed his lips, and after a long time, he said: "I just lost a lot of blood, I might die."
Qiao Yanran: "???"
She opened Yu Jiang's quilt and saw the pool of blood on the bed.
The blood stains on the bed were easy to deal with, but the difficult thing was how to popularize physiological knowledge for Yu Jiang. Fortunately, she was thick-skinned enough.
"Where are your underwear? Bring them here." Qiao Yanran said.
Yu Jiang thought his wife would care about him, but he didn¡¯t expect her to want his underwear? Could it be that the wife has some special hobbies?
He hesitated and handed her a pair of white panties.
Yu Jiang covered his head in the quilt, opened a small slit, and saw his wife holding the small piece of fabric, turning it over, and groping for it.
His face was very hot, and he didn't know where he got the courage to snatch the pants.
Yu Jiang hugged his underwear and said with some embarrassment: "My wife"
"Shh, don't talk yet, just listen to me. I'll show you once, and from now on you will follow this method and tie it yourself. Do you understand?"
Qiao Yanran said, taking the sanitary trousers over, holding her aunt's sanitary napkin in her hand, and gesturing carefully. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com