(MTL)The heroine, she is always dying [wearing books]

Chapter 17

Chapter 17 My Dysmenorrhea

    As a result, Jiang Yirou really fell asleep.

    Xing Sinian sighed helplessly, there was nothing he could do about her, and he couldn't beat her or scold her, even more reluctant. His tone was a little heavier, and he always felt restless in his heart, for fear of her avoiding her. The feeling of avoiding him, staying away from him, and wanting to keep a distance from him is very bad, and there is not a moment without anxiety.

    Sitting in a quiet embrace like now is the first time for them to be so intimate. The joy is indescribable. It's like eating candy after finally knowing that it is so sweet, more than expected. delicious.

    This is probably his destiny, the imprint he can't erase in his life. He promised that he would never let the little woman in his arms suffer in the future, not even himself, let alone forgivable.

    Just thinking about it, the man in his arms was wriggling, and the ox had a small body, and whispered in his mouth: "It hurts, it hurts..."

    Xing Sinian was surprised: "Where does it hurt? What's wrong?" Pain? Desperately trying to find the painful spot Jiang Yirou mentioned, she saw her hands folded, tightly covering her lower abdomen, her body gradually slackened, and she was lying on his proud thigh.

    "Stomach hurts..." Jiang Yirou looked at Xing Sinian in pain, rolled on his lap, and almost didn't turn over. Fortunately, Xing Sinian quickly wrapped her arms around her body.

    You should have listened to her just now and hurry back. What's the matter now? There was no sign at all. She thought that her bad ailment would get better because she changed her body, but she didn't expect that it would still be so painful! Dysmenorrhea can really kill people! And the only person around her now is a man, how can she be understood?

    "Have you eaten something bad?" Xing Sinian asked suspiciously. What did she eat at Jiang's house at night? Or what the hell owes her something bad? Jiang Yirou's beautiful and delicate little face was twisted into a little old woman, biting her lips in pain, she felt bad for him!

    She can no longer live in Jiang's house in the future, she will move her things to Xing's house tomorrow, she must live in Xing's house!

    "Eat your sister!" Jiang Yirou scolded her through gritted teeth. She really didn't want to say a word, but it was really painful. The most important thing is that she urgently needs an aunt's towel now... Otherwise, she will really bleed in a while.

    Why let her go through and not take this dysmenorrhea away?

    Xing Sinian was at a loss, stared at her for a while, and asked cautiously: "...menstrual period?"

    Jiang Yirou blushed and nodded, "Now hurry up and send me home immediately!"

    ==

    Xing Sinian obeyed and sent Jiang Yirou back The family, however, is the splendid Xing family. In the dimly-lit small building, the sound of the car whistle was heard, and the lights were immediately restored. When the car was parked in front of the hall door, a row of servants stood neatly in front of the car, waiting to be dispatched.

    Xing Sinian took the weak Jiang Yirou out of the car, frowning tightly, not stretching from the beginning, and instructed: "Hurry up and cook ginger syrup!" His tone was unquestionable, and the kitchen servant quickly left the hall. disappeared from everyone's sight.

    Jiang Yirou tugged at Xing Sinian's sleeves tremblingly, and said softly, "There is also an aunt's towel..." She really didn't want to speak, but she was afraid that Xing Sinian would forget, and she clearly felt a wave in her lower abdomen. Yes, it seems that there is more and more traffic, and she is almost unable to control the flooding in her body.

    Xing Si Young coughed, stood in front of a younger looking maid, and said with a red neck, "Go and prepare some aunt towels, and they will send them to my room later." After speaking, he hugged his head without looking back. Jiang Yirou went upstairs.

    When Mrs. Xing heard the movement, she appeared in the corridor on the second floor yawning. Seeing that her son was moving quickly, holding someone in her arms, she rushed into the bedroom, basically not seeing her so-called mother. what happened? When did my son lose his self-sustainability? In such a hurry?

    Not bad, not bad, with the style of his father back then, cutting the mess with a quick knife! However, is the person in her arms Xiaorou? Why do you look like you're wearing pajamas? Got it back from the Jiang family? !

    Although Mrs. Xing made up a lot of pictures outside, nothing happened in the bedroom. The two of them were peacefully paralyzed on the bed, and the other stayed by the bed worriedly.

    Jiang Yirou was in pain the whole time, she really couldn't pretend to be calm, it was too painful, she was a bit weaker than she was before, most of it was because the physique of this body was really bad. It's really unlucky, why did the aunt come early before coming here? She should have waited for her to exercise her body a little bit stronger.

    It hurts to hit someone...

    "Xiaorou? Does it still hurt?" Xing Sinian asked with concern.

    "What do you think?" Jiang Yirou replied angrily, "I want to die in pain!"

    At this time, Jiang Tangshui and Aunt's towel were brought over. Xing Sinian held Jiang Tangshui in one hand and a small fresh style in the other. aunt towel, frowned, at a loss. He is a dignified seven-foot man, the ruler of the Xing family, and the famous Mr. Xing in the city, actually holding an aunt towel at this moment...

    Suddenly, Jiang Yirou came like a gust of wind and snatched the aunt's towel from Xing Sinian's hand. He rushed directly into the bathroom of the bedroom and closed the door with a bang. Girls will be quite powerful in some aspects, such as the pain reaches a certain level, and they no longer know what they are going to do. There is only one thought in their minds: I want to be a man in the next fucking life!

    But the fact is that only one-fifth of this life has passed, and there will be countless dysmenorrhea in the future.

    Jiang Yirou was sitting in the bathroom. Mr. Xing, who was outside, was pacing back and forth in fear. After half an hour, he knocked on the bathroom door, "Xiaorou? Are you feeling better? Come out and drink some ginger syrup."

    Jiang Yirou covered her abdomen, "Wait a little longer..." She was probably suffering from dysmenorrhea and cold, and now she was suffering from diarrhea, her whole body seemed to be collapsed, her head was swollen and hot, and her body was weak.

    The client was not in a hurry, but he was so anxious that Mr. Xing, who was outside, kept knocking on the door: "Xiaorou, are you all right? Do you want to see a doctor?" Is it really painful to have dysmenorrhea? Pain into the bone marrow? He didn't understand the pain, but he felt sorry for Jiang Yirou! If it hurts like this, is it worth it?

    "No...you help me get a set of clothes..."

    "Okay." Jiang Yirou brought him all the sourness that pierced his heart.

    damn it! Very distressed! Hearing this weak tone...

    ==

    Jiang Yirou changed her clothes, walked out leaning against the wall, and fell directly into Mr. Xing's arms who was guarding the door. Said: "I can stay with you and talk quietly now..." The key is that I don't have the strength to yell at you.

    "Okay, okay." Xing Sinian picked her up, pulled out a wry smile, and put her on the bed, "Drink ginger sugar water obediently to relieve it."

    The author has something to say:

    Miss Jiang: I hurt! I hurt! I'm sore! The pain is life and death...

    Mr. Xing:... I have a good idea to avoid the pain.

    Miss Jiang: What?

    Mr. Xing: Have a child like me.