383 Blood? 1

Mu Yazhe regarded her grimly for a while but eventually, he lost his patience with her. Thinking that she was just being difficult by refusing to tell him her discomfort, he threaded one arm under her waist and the other at the back of her knees before he unhesitatingly pulled her into his chest. However, this caused her to yell in return.

"AHHHH!"

Her scream was so piercing it almost shattered his eardrums!

"Shut up!" His brows creased in frustration. Seeing him shoot her a sharp glare, she choked from shock and abruptly fell silent!

After a moment's silence, suddenly—

"Mu Yazhe…" Her voice was cottony soft like a sheep's wool.

"What?"

He tilted his gaze down, only to spot an abnormal flush on her face.

He swiftly caught on that something was wrong. Catching sight of a glaringly bloody blot on the stool from his peripheral, his heart momentarily skipped a beat. He laid his eyes on her straight away!

Blood?

She was injured?

"What's going on?"

Meanwhile, Yun Shishi's face was already swollen red from embarrassment. Frightened that she would dirty his body with her filth, she practically broke into tears as she half-panically said, "Mu Yazhe, let me down!"

He dismissed her plea and, with dark eyes, inquired, "Where did you hurt yourself?"

She rolled her eyes listlessly and, with cheeks unbelievably aflame red, replied in a voice as weak as a buzzing fly, "No. I'm not hurt anywhere…"

"You're not saying it?" His eyes were cold and sharp. He spoke in a voice that brooked no argument. "I'll send you to the hospital."

Heck—

To the hospital? It was not severe to that extent!

She hurriedly clutched onto his clothes and spoke haltingly, "My… My 'that' came…"

He did not hear her clearly as she spoke too softly. Realizing that the man was still moving toward the exit with her in his arms, she nearly collapsed from rage. She was so pressed that she wanted to scratch him!

What could she do?

Bolstering her courage, she slightly raised her voice!

"MU YAZHE, I'M HAVING MY PERIOD TODAY!"

…

The man halted his steps immediately.

She stammered slyly, "Th-There's no need to go to the hospital. Just help me buy some sanitary pads!"

…

When he kept a straight face and gave no response for so long, she faltered again and whispered, "I use the ones from Sofy…"

A dead silence followed right after.

She noticed that his face had completely darkened.

Was there anything more stirring and solemn than this?

She originally thought that the somber mood would prevail and never expected him to wrap her up securely with the suit jacket he had picked up from the chair before carrying her out of the place, bridal style.

"Mu Yazhe, where are we going?"

"Back to the hotel to have a change of clothes." His words were precise and to the point. They might be said emotionlessly, but they made her feel at ease.

She heaved a sigh of relief and calmed herself down.

The stares she received on their way out made her feel a little abashed, so she buried her face deep and nuzzled into his chest.

It was hot, firm, and muscular. Through the clothing, she could feel the powerful thumping of his heart.

Dong, dong—

She vividly felt his heartbeats. This moment of affectionate intimacy temporarily messed her breathing.

Nonetheless, her heart felt nice and warm.

She still remembered the first time her period came; she knew nothing of it and went into a huge panic. She was in so much pain she tossed around in bed.

Her dad helped her buy sanitary pads and even brought her some hot tea as he gently massaged her lower abdomen over her clothes with his rough palms.

She was never this intimate with men except for her dad. Moreover, the man before her eyes was none other than Mu Yazhe.