Qin Xi frowned as he looked at the person who wasn't covered with anything, woke her up to remind her to lock the door, and again instructed her to cover her stomach before leaving. He didn't say anything about Li Xianglu's overly dry hair, as if he had already gotten used to it.
The next morning, Li Xianglu was woken up by a sudden stomach pain. A sharp pain in her lower abdomen—it was over, she thought of her menstruation starting last night and hurriedly got up and rushed into the bathroom.
The first thing she saw were bloodstains on both sides of her sleeping pants. Okay, stained. Li Xianglu wiped it clean with a wet wipe, changed her underwear and pants, and used toilet paper as a temporary pad. At that moment, someone knocked on the door, and Li Xianglu, in a frantic state, went to open it. Seeing Qin Xi, she began to cry: "Qin Xi, I'm so unlucky!"
Qin Xi saw her coming and quickly embraced her and walked inside, somewhat puzzled, "How are you unlucky?"
