Seeing her husband flee in defeat, Xiaoxiao chuckled, feeling lucky to have him by her side. Although he was a bit slow and silly, this feeling was truly wonderful.
Propping herself up, feeling a bit weak, she changed out of her blood-stained pants and replaced them with a homade sanitary pad, feeling much cleaner and more comfortable.
She then pulled down the dirty bedsheet and replaced it with a new one.
After tidying everything up, she slowly lay down in bed, her hands covering her stomach, waiting for her husband to return.
After a while, she heard the sound of the door opening. Her husband was back, but he didn’t co straight in; instead, he was doing sothing in the outer room.
A mont later, she heard his voice, "Wife, have you finished changing?"
"Yes, I’m done, you can co in now." Xiaoxiao’s eyes were fixed on the door, hoping her husband would co in quickly.
Her husband did co in, carrying a bowl, "Wife, get up, drink this. It’ll warm you up."
When Xiaoxiao looked into the bowl that Yang Ming handed her, it seed to be brown sugar water. Had he been away this long to ask for advice from his family? Warmth surged through her heart once more.
She slowly got up from bed, only to be gently supported by her husband, who leaned her against his body.
In that mont, her husband captivated her, and she forgot to take the bowl filled with brown sugar water. She just quietly watched as her husband blew on the sugar water and then brought the bowl to her lips, slowly feeding her.
"This will make your stomach feel better after you drink it."
"Mhm."
Her husband slowly settled her back into bed and tucked her in, "Don’t wash up today, just go to sleep early, you won’t feel the pain when you’re asleep."
"Mhm."
Obediently, Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, found the most comfortable position, and told herself that indeed, once asleep, the pain would be gone.
Seeing his wife lying on the bed in pain, Yang Ming felt like his heart was being ripped apart; he wished he could take the pain for her.
Thinking of all the blood his wife lost, his eyes filled with distress. So, nstruation could be this painful; he wished his wife would never have to suffer from it ever again.
With a pained expression, he turned and went to the outer room, where he saw his wife’s blood-stained clothes, and his heart was pierced once again.
He had to leave again tomorrow; could his wife take care of herself during these days? He was very worried, washing the clothes while thinking of the main points his mother had just told him.
Finally, after finishing the laundry, he hung the clothes and went into the room.
He glanced at his wife and listened to her breathing, which seed to indicate she was asleep. He ward his icy hands inside his clothes for a while before they felt warm enough.
He spread the blanket beside his wife, blew out the lantern, and crawled into her bed.
He placed his newly ward hands on his wife’s lower abdon; his mother had said that keeping the stomach warm with your hands during this ti could be comforting. He didn’t dare to do it while his wife was awake, so he could only secretly warm her stomach like this.
Due to the abdominal pain, Xiaoxiao, who was already not sleeping soundly, woke up the instant she felt her husband’s hand reach for her stomach. Her body stiffened to the extre, unsure of what to do.
Then she heard her husband’s voice, barely above a whisper, "Warming your belly like this should feel better."
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