“Here it cos! Here it cos!”
Late at night, Wen Yang had just finished taking out the trash when Ning Chu’s excited shout from the bathroom startled him.
He turned his head, puzzled. “What’s coming?”
“N-nothing!”
Inside the bathroom, Ning Chu crouched down, feeling both relieved and exasperated. Her underwear was a ss and would have to be washed, but at least the weight pressing on her heart finally lifted.
My period finally ca~
The flow was light—too light for Yan Xinya to have noticed earlier—and she herself hadn’t realized it until now.
“See? I told you—it couldn’t possibly be pregnancy.”
She muttered to herself under her breath as she slipped off her underwear, then called out, “Wen Yang! Bring a new pair!”
“You… peed yourself or sothing?”
“My period ca.”
“Just leave them there, I’ll wash them for you later.”
Wen Yang said this as he opened the door a crack, stealing a quick glance inside.
Ning Chu was in the middle of changing. She had already taken off her pants, wearing only an oversized sweater whose hem barely covered her hips—leaving her long, shapely legs fully exposed. From his angle, it looked like she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Which, technically, she wasn’t.
“What the hell are you looking at?!”
She snatched the underwear out of his hand and slamd the door shut with a loud bang.
After putting on a pad and clean clothes, Ning Chu began rinsing her towel, still muttering uncertainly to herself, “It feels like there’s way less than usual this ti…”
Normally, if she didn’t notice it in ti, she’d completely soak through—but today, the amount was pitifully small.
“It should still be fine though, right?”
She picked up her phone from the windowsill and did a quick search. After reading for a bit, she nodded confidently. “Mm, totally normal.”
Apparently, things like hormones, stress, or poor nutrition could all cause lighter flow—so there was nothing to worry about.
Seeing that confird on the first search result finally put her at ease.
“This is all Yan Xinya’s fault—asking out of nowhere if I was pregnant. Scared half to death.”
She glanced at the blood-stained underwear, hesitated, then tossed it into the bucket for Wen Yang to wash later.
It was the middle of winter—she’d rather avoid touching cold water and risk catching a chill. nstrual cramps were bad enough without adding a cold on top of it.
Still, asking Wen Yang to wash her underwear for her felt embarrassingly intimate, even though he’d already seen (and cleaned) plenty before.
When she ca out, Ning Chu plopped down in front of her computer.
“Wen Yang, don’t talk to for the next two hours! I need to focus on writing!”
“Alright, I won’t bother you.”
“It’s kinda cold, though.”
Without a word, Wen Yang took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
“Go get so hot water, I wanna soak my feet while I type.”
“Would you like your humble servant to make you so hot tea too?”
“Bring a bottle of iced cola!” she declared proudly—only to get flicked on the head a second later.
“You’ve got your period and you’re drinking cola? Aren’t you afraid of the cramps?”
She imdiately hunched her shoulders, pulled the jacket tight around her, and mumbled, “Don’t talk to . I just had a good idea for a scene, and you made forget it.”
Wen Yang chuckled, ruffling the little succubus’s hair before heading to the bathroom.
But the mont he walked in, a serious realization hit him.
Ning Chu had her period—so that ant for the next three to five days, he couldn’t do anything with her.
Well, it was only a few days. He could endure.
After washing their clothes and hanging them out on the line by the window, Wen Yang ca back to find Ning Chu “writing.”
He peeked over her shoulder.
She was halfway through an episode of an ani.
“This is your ‘novel,’ huh?”
She hugged her knees defensively. “I’m gathering inspiration!”
“How much have you actually written?”
“Uh… a hundred words or so. Anyway, where’s my hot water? I wanna soak my feet!”
He sighed. “Just a reminder, it’s already ten o’clock.”
The ntion of the ti made her panic. She quickly closed the video, and her slender fingers began flying frantically across the keyboard.
“Oh no, oh no! I won’t make it in ti!”
“My attendance bonus!”
She grabbed her laptop and started typing right away, even putting off her bath for later.
“I’ll go warm up the bed first,” said Wen Yang.
“Okay~ but don’t talk to !” she replied, focusing on her screen.
Wen Yang lay down under the blanket, holding his phone with one hand as he browsed for weekend part-ti jobs online.
Compared to how troubleso it was when he first started looking, things were much easier now—he had joined a local part-ti job group chat, and every day there were gigs that paid daily. So paid a few hundred yuan, so only a few dozen.
This week, he planned to take Ning Chu out for so free drinks from a new milk tea shop—and get paid for it too.
The room was filled with the sound of her typing on the keyboard, mixed with her quiet mumbling:
“Crap, crap, I’m not gonna make it in ti.”
“My full-attendance bonus~”
“Wait, is this word even used like that? Whatever…”
With only three minutes left before midnight, Ning Chu finally let out a triumphant sigh.
“Done!”
“Quick, post it!”
She stretched, got up from the chair, took two steps toward the bed, and flopped down face-first—rolling over until her head landed on Wen Yang’s stomach.
“Three minutes to spare~ I’m amazing!” she bragged proudly.
Wen Yang looked down at the little succubus resting on him and teased, “What if you hadn’t finished in ti?”
“Then I’d lose my full-attendance bonus, and next month we’d be eating instant noodles every al~”
Ning Chu quickly slipped off her ho clothes, leaving only a thin silk nightgown, and crawled under the blanket. Like an octopus, she clung to Wen Yang—pressing her cold feet against his, slipping her hands under his shirt, and wrapping her tail around his waist. Half her body was practically on top of him.
Wen Yang froze, struggling to keep his composure.
“You should wear sothing warr…”
The thin fabric made it impossible not to feel every soft curve and shape of her body. Her faint, sweet scent filled his nose, making it even harder to think straight.
“I like sleeping with fewer clothes on. Technically, it’s warr that way,” she said, smirking slyly. Then she added, “Oh, and I got my period today~”
“So you did do that on purpose?”
“Just think of it as us both practicing abstinence!” she giggled.
Soon, she loosened her hold, rolled to the side, and obediently lay on her side. Then she grabbed Wen Yang’s arm and hugged it tight like a pillow.
“Good night~”
“Mm. Sleep well.”
Wen Yang turned slightly, gently wrapping his arm around her slim waist and burying his face in her fragrant hair.
“You’re pulling my hair! It hurts!” Ning Chu complained.
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