Galaxy
Yu Qingjia stretched lazily and glanced at her watch. "Did I sleep way too long?"
"Not at all. You went to bed at 3 a.m. yesterday. Taking a nap this afternoon is perfectly reasonable."
Wang Yiran took a big bite of her snail noodles, looking at the former whose eyes were puffy from sleep.
Yesterday, Yu Qingjia had pushed through a late-night filming spree—her first shoot in a year.
"Oh no! My period's here."
Yu Qingjia looked down at her tight pants and felt the stickiness, visibly disgusted.
"I need to clean up!"
"Wait, take this with you!"
Wang Yiran hurriedly rummaged through the drawers for cleaning fluid and handed it to her.
"Qingjia, wash up thoroughly. Looks like it's been a while—better not risk an infection."
"Alright, alright. Thanks, my little angel."
"Stop sweet-talking me. I'm heating a basin of water for you to soak your feet, and I've got some herbal remedies."
"Sounds great! Let's soak together later!"
Ten minutes later
