Chapter 77 - Menstruation

“Thank you, Hubby. I like it very much.” This was the first time she had received a gift in her two lifetimes.

The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. She couldn’t help but kiss Song Jingchen’s face.

Her husband was indeed the best husband in the world.

He did not expect Shen Yijia to…

Song Jingchen was stunned.

“She- she doesn’t understand the concept of being shy at all.”?he thought to himself frantically.

He wanted to remind her not to do this in the future, but when he looked up and met Shen Yijia’s glowing eyes, Song Jingchen felt a numbing sensation surge through his entire body.

He swallowed his words and took the wooden hairpin from Shen Yijia.

With a gentle twist at the end of the hairpin, it split into two sections. Only then did Shen Yijia realize that this was actually a mini dagger made into a hairpin.

Song Jingchen coughed dryly and explained, “There’s no need for you to draw those blueprints. I can only make a simple one for you for the time being.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Shen Yijia could make anything from her own blueprints. Song Jingchen wanted to give her something different.

This was also the first item he made. He made the sleeve crossbows for Brother Hao and Sister Huan after he completed the hairpin.

“Hubby, you’re amazing.” Shen Yijia didn’t see Song Jingchen’s slightly red ears and praised him sincerely.

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She kept praising Song Jingchen in her heart. Not only was he good-looking, but he was also smart. He was indeed her husband.

Shen Yijia was in a good mood. Unfortunately, when she woke up later in the middle of the night, her mood had turned sour.

Her stomach ached.

Shen Yijia held her stomach in pain and groaned in bed.

“What’s wrong?” Song Jingchen was woken up by the noise. He smelled blood and his heart trembled. He quickly hugged Shen Yijia’s trembling body and asked anxiously, “Are you injured? Where are you injured?”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” Shen Yijia said weakly.

Song Jingchen had never seen Shen Yijia like this. She was usually lively and could kill a wild boar with a single punch. How could she be fine when she suddenly became like a little lamb?

He immediately sat up and lit the oil lamp. Because it was inconvenient for Song Jingchen to move, there was a small table beside their bed.

Even Song Jingchen, who could remain calm on the day of the raid, panicked for the first time. He accidentally knocked over the teacup on the table.

Song Jingchen didn’t have the energy to care about the teacup at this moment. He lit the oil lamp.

Only then did he see that Shen Yijia was covered in sweat and her face was pale. She held her stomach and curled up into a ball.

“Where are you hurt? Huh?” Song Jingchen tried his best not to sound anxious. He gently pulled Shen Yijia into his arms, as if she were a fragile porcelain doll.

Shen Yijia buried her head in Song Jingchen’s arms and secretly fed herself a drop of spiritual liquid. When the pain subsided, she said in a muffled voice, “I’m not injured. Call Mother over.”

After being here for so long, she had almost forgotten that this body had to menstruate.

This was the first time this body experienced it even though it was already fifteen years old. Anyone could tell that the original owner of this body had suffered a lot.

Song Jingchen wanted to ask why she was bleeding if she wasn’t injured. She was clearly bleeding, so it was useless even if his mother came.

Then, his mind suddenly went blank.

When he reacted, Song Jingchen was stunned.

In Shen Yijia’s mind, this wasn’t something shameful. Seeing that Song Jingchen didn’t react, she thought that he didn’t understand. She endured the pain and explained, “I’m on my period. Well… I didn’t prepare menstrual products. Mother should have some.”

Song Jingchen stayed quiet.