Chapter 13 Menstrual Care

Chapter 13 Menstrual Care

When Lin Mianmian opened her eyes, a familiar, sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen. She gasped, and just as she was about to curl up, she found herself encircled in Xie Lin's arms.

His eyelashes were thick, long, and incredibly beautiful. His arm was across her waist, and his palm was resting on her cool lower abdomen, gently massaging it with the warmth of his body.

"Does it hurt?" His voice was low and husky, his fingertips tracing the edge of her pajamas. "The sanitary napkin is on the bedside table." Her ears instantly burned: "It's none of your business..."

Xie Lin chuckled softly, then suddenly rolled over and pinned her down, his fingertips hooking the edge of her pajama bottoms: "Shall I help you change?"

"Xie Lin!" She frantically tried to block him, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the pillow. He looked down at her reddened eyes, then suddenly lowered his head and bit the buttons of her pajamas, unbuttoning them one by one with his teeth: "If it hurts, don't move."

In the bathroom, she had just picked up a sanitary napkin when the door was suddenly pushed open. Xie Lin leaned against the door frame, wearing loose-fitting pajamas, deliberately letting his well-defined, sexy abs peek out, as if he were seducing someone.

Holding a cup of brown sugar water, he asked, "Need some guidance?"

"Get out!" She grabbed a tube of toothpaste and threw it at him.

I'm going to get a sty!

He caught it easily, and instead of leaving, he took two steps closer, dipped his fingertip in some brown sugar, and smeared it on her lips: "Look at your husband, lick it off."

Seeing that she didn't move, he lowered his head, and the pleasant scent of cedar wafted towards her again. Xie Lin used the tip of his tongue to lick away the sweet residue, his voice hoarse and wanton: "Better than last night."

Lin Mianmian felt that her lower body was still flowing, and hurriedly pushed him out.

The man smiled slightly and said, "Come out when you're done changing. I'll wait for you at the door."

"You're a patient now, I have to keep an eye on you all the time," the girl said as she changed, listening to the man's motherly nagging. Once she was finished, the man's strong arms scooped her up.

The girl was pale and weak from blood loss, and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

He carried her to the dining table, placed her on his lap, held her in his arms, stuffed a hot water bottle into her arms, and suddenly lifted the hem of her sweater.

"What are you doing!" the girl exclaimed, her pupils widening like a fawn's. "Don't move." He untied the straps of his pajamas with one hand and pressed his warm belly against her cool one. "This will make you warmer."

After hugging for a while, Lin Mianmian felt a little better. She still had to go back to class and grab her notes. The teacher in this class was really strict with roll call, and as she was leaving, her legs went weak and she had to lean against the wall for support.

Seeing this, Xie Lin simply hoisted her onto his shoulder and lightly patted her buttocks with his knuckles: "If you move around again, I'll tie you to the bed to warm your stomach."

The soft flesh of his buttocks jiggled, Xie Lin's eyes darkened slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He whispered in her ear, "Baby, when you're all better, can you...?"

"Get lost!" Xie Lin chuckled, his voice filled with doting affection: "My cute little darling."

As she was being shoved into the taxi, she heard him give the driver the school address, then lean down and whisper in her ear, "I'll pick you up tonight."

Lin Mianmian had just gotten into the taxi when her phone vibrated.

Xie Lin: [Image]

Xie Lin: I ordered you a hot drink, remember to pick it up, and also check the last page of your notes.

The photo shows a steaming cup of brown sugar, longan, and ginger milk curd.

Lin Mianmian opened the last page of the notebook: a snarling wolf, clearly Xie Lin's handwriting. Her fingertip hovered over the screen, hesitating whether to reply, when another message popped up.

Xie Lin: If you dare not take it, I'll turn around and go to your dorm to feed you. She immediately straightened her back reflexively and typed rapidly: ...Okay.

The other party replied instantly—Xie Lin: Good boy. (Included a pat on the head emoji.)

Lin Mianmian pursed her lips, her ears burning slightly. Just as she was about to put her phone away, another message popped up: Xie Lin: By the way, isn't your husband's drawing skill pretty good?

Lin Mianmian didn't reply, she was just speechless. She still wanted to write a summary of the key points on the last page, but this grinning creature was quite cute. It would be perfect if she could just avoid failing her final exams during the last week of the semester.

When they arrived, they opened the car door and then used the key to open the dormitory door.

"Mianmian, you're back?" It was her other roommate, Wang Xiaoyu. Lin Mianmian gave a soft "hmm." She wasn't very familiar with her, and the greeting today felt a little strange. She didn't think much of it.

Seeing that Lin Mianmian wasn't very enthusiastic, Wang Xiaoyu's jealousy intensified.

Wang Xiaoyu stared at her phone screen. She saw the retracted message: "Give me some money. I'm broke. Give me money and I'll forgive you."

She bit her lower lip hard until she tasted blood. The person who texted Lin Xiaoyu was her ex-boyfriend, a textbook example of a scumbag. He spent her money, ate her food, was short, ugly, poor, and treated her like a ladybug.

But the most disgusting thing was the day we broke up.

With red eyes, Wang Xiaoyu confronted him, but he replied impatiently, "Are you ever going to stop? It was just a game, why did you take it seriously?"

Then, in front of her, he opened his third sister's voice chat, and her coquettish voice came through the speaker: "When are you coming? I've been waiting for you for so long~" He smiled and replied: "Coming soon, baby."

Then, without even glancing at Wang Xiaoyu, he turned and left. He didn't even leave her with the last shred of dignity.

But now, Lin Mianmian is being pampered by Xie Lin, a young master who is one in a million. Why should Wang Xiaoyu clench her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms?

"You used your pretty face to seduce the young master, but now that your face is ruined, see if he still despises you. I'll make you taste what it's like to be abandoned." After thinking this, Wang Xiaoyu went out to buy things.

Lin Mianmian was left alone in the dormitory. Half an hour later, the knocking of the student council during their dormitory check hit the door like a death knell.

"Open the door! It's the student council!" Lin Mianmian had just washed her hair, which was still dripping wet, and hurriedly put on some clothes to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, three girls blocked the entrance, their armbands emblazoned with the glaring red words "Student Council." The girl in the lead, with her permed curls and bright red nail polish, glanced at her from head to toe and sneered, "So slow hiding people already?"

Before she could answer, the three women, wearing small black high heels, barged in.

"Dormitory hygiene is substandard." The woman with the wavy hair pointed with her pen at the doll Xie Lin had given her on Lin Mianmian's bed. "No clutter allowed on the bed, points deducted."

"This is a cushion..." "How dare you talk back to our student council!"

"Do you know that our Sister Yan has a very prestigious reputation at school, and she has the best relationship with the counselor? Do you think you can afford to offend her?"

The wavy-haired girl suddenly raised her voice, stabbing the pen tip hard into the doll's eye, causing cotton fibers to burst out. "Now it's just junk, isn't it?"

The other two girls had already started rummaging through the closets, dumping out toiletries and tearing clothes into a mess. Lin Mianmian clutched the hem of her pajamas: "The dorm check rules don't say anything about going through personal belongings..."

"Regulations," the wavy-haired man sneered, suddenly grabbing her wet hair and pulling it back. "I'll tell you what regulations are."

The tearing pain in her scalp made her vision go black, and she stumbled, bumping into the corner of the desk. No one else in the dormitory was there; Lin Mianmian was alone.

"I heard you're good at seducing people," the woman with the wavy hair said, pulling her chin down and digging her nails into her flesh. "How dare you touch Xie Lin?"

"Xie Lin is the man our Sister Yan has her eye on. Who do you think you are? You'd better get lost."

So it was because of him. Lin Mianmian suddenly wanted to laugh, but before she could even open her mouth, she was slapped and turned her head to the side. Her eardrums were ringing, and she tasted rust on her tongue.

"Still laughing!" The woman with the wavy hair grabbed her collar. "Believe it or not, I'll make sure you can't live in this building anymore."

Lin Mianmian was on her period and didn't have much strength; she felt limp and weak. Facing this incredibly burly and fat girl, she wanted to fight back, but lacked the strength.

"Lin Mianmian, Young Master Xie is not someone a toad like you can aspire to."

"Small-town exam-takers like you don't deserve such a good life. Young Master Xie was just playing with you, and you actually think you're someone important?" His face was vicious and full of sarcasm.

The dormitory door was suddenly kicked open with a loud thud, slamming against the wall.

"Who is it? Don't they know the student council is checking dorms?" the girl with wavy hair roared angrily. "Don't you know the rules? You're disturbing our Sister Yan." The other two girls crossed their arms and acted arrogantly and irritably.

It was Lin Mianmian's beautiful roommate, Song Siyi, who came in carrying two cups of milk tea and deliberately splashed them on the girls, saying, "Sorry, classmate, my hand was shaking, it was an accident."

He slapped the woman again, continuing his disgusting act: "Sorry, classmate, my hand was itching, it was an accident."

"You!" Just as the girl with the wavy hair was about to slap Song Siyi back, the girl who came with her grabbed her sleeve, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Sister Yan, this is Song Siyi, a rich young lady with a very powerful background."

Upon hearing this, the woman with the wavy hair stomped her feet a few times in anger. She snorted, "Consider yourself lucky. Just you wait and see."

After the group left, Song Siyi, a stunningly beautiful woman of motherly age, appeared. She had a striking and alluring appearance, and her figure was simply amazing. She had just returned from taking photos with her girlfriends, and her red bodycon skirt looked incredibly sexy.

He held Lin Mianmian in his arms, her milk and rose scent making him want to lean on her. He asked with concern, "Mianmian, let me see where you're hurt."