Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âHokey.â Luo Sang turned and walked out. She had goosebumps all over her body.
Forty minutes later, Nian Junting came out of the kitchen with a bowl of burned chicken soup and a potful of half-cooked rice.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Even Yan Su couldnât bear watching this. âMr. Nian, youâre not going to make us eat that, are you?â
âNot you, all this is for my Luo.â Nian Junting looked Luo Sang in the eyes lovingly and said, âBut this is all burned. I donât know what to do. However, Iâve tried very hard. Look, my hands are burned.â While speaking, he showed Luo Sang his red hands.
Luo Sang was speechless. Nian Junting was trying to earn her compassion...
Lu Kang smiled and joined the conversation. âMr. Nian, donât worry. Miss Xu knew that you wouldnât be able to do it, so she asked me to order takeout.â
âGood. I canât let my Luo be hungry.â Nian Junting nodded.
Before he continued talking, Lu Kang kicked him under the table and whispered, âMr. Nian, have you forgotten that Miss Nian said you should talk less?â
Nian Junting didnât understand. Why couldnât he talk? His voice sounded like a cello. However, he still decided to listen to Nian Xi for now.
Soon after, the food was delivered. Nian Junting attentively put food onto Luo Sangâs plate without saying another word.
After dinner, Luo Sang reviewed her lessons in her bedroom. Nian Junting continued working in the kitchen. At last, he brought Luo Sang a bowl of lotus seed soup with white fungus. The lotus seeds werenât fully cooked, but it was not unacceptable. Luo Sang felt flattered.
At ten oâclock at night, Luo Sang went out to pour herself some water and saw that Nian Junting had quietly spread a blanket out on the couch.
âItâs late, go home. Donât sleep here.â Luo Sang couldnât help but say to him, âSu is here. Youâre a man. Sheâll feel awkward if you sleep here.â
âYouâre bleeding. Itâs serious. Iâm worried about you.â Nian Junting blinked and said, âI know you wonât let me in your room, so Iâll sleep outside. I wonât bother you.â
Was he trying to earn compassion again? Luo Sang felt very helpless. âItâs just my period, no big deal.â
âItâs a small thing for you, but itâs a big deal for me.â Nian Junting laid down on the short couch.
âAlright, alright. You can go sleep in my room.â Luo Sang couldnât bear watching this.
Nian Junting curled his legs and said, âNo, I wonât bother you.â
â...Whatever.â Luo Sang poured herself a glass of water, then went back into her bedroom.
Her period on the first day was extra heavy. When she got up the next morning, she found that her panties were stained with blood. She glumly put on a new pair. The dirty pair couldnât be washed immediately, so she soaked them in water. However, when she had finished breakfast, she found that Nian Junting was washing her dirty panties. Her brain was buzzing, as she felt that all her blood had gushed into her head.
âWhat are you doing!?â She reached over the basin, her face scarlet. âWho allowed you to wash this?â
âIâm helping you.â Nian Junting didnât understand.
Luo Sang was going to collapse. Even though he had kissed her most private body area, she still couldnât let a man touch her underwear, especially her panties.
âTheyâre dirty!â she said.
âYeah, thatâs why Iâm washing them,â he replied.
âItâs static blood.â Luo Sang flushed with shame.
âYeah, whatâs the difference between static blood and fresh blood?â Nian Junting calmly leaned over the basin and continued washing the panties. âWhatâs the big deal? When I was a soldier, I often got injured and bled. Itâs about the same.â
Luo Sang didnât know what to say. Watching Nian Junting washing her panties, she couldnât tell if she should feel more touched or embarrassed.