A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

After making her harsh remarks, Meng Zhixue looked at Xie Lingfeng warily with her almond-shaped eyes, on guard against his possible outburst of madness.

But he didn't.

He chuckled softly, then reached out and pinched her cheek, saying with obvious satisfaction, "You're not angry anymore after I haven't seen you for three days? You're so good to me."

Meng Zhixue: "...???"

Is this person really insane?

Zhou Yu said, "Ignore him. The more you engage with him, the more he'll get into it."

Xie Lingfeng glared at his good friend and said with a sour face, "I'll go check the lock."

High-tech door locks are easy to break by brute force, and they can't be repaired. Replacing the lock is a quicker solution.

However, purchasing new door locks takes time, and installation will also generate noise...

"Let's change the ward," Xie Lingfeng said.

Zhou Yu glanced at him indifferently, and with one phone call, Wen Jueming personally came over to change Meng Zhixue's ward so that she could rest in peace.

After ordering Xie Lingfeng and Zhou Yu to move their things to the new ward and having breakfast together, Meng Zhixue felt sleepy again and wanted them to leave.

Xie Lingfeng knew he was in the wrong, and although he looked annoyed, he left.

But Zhou Yu refused.

He pointed to the laptop and a stack of documents on the living room sofa and coffee table, and said, "I'll work here and keep an eye on you, otherwise I won't feel at ease."

Meng Zhixue: "..."

Whatever.

She trusted Zhou Yu, and having someone by her side to do things with was indeed much more convenient than being alone.

She's still sick, so let's use this handy person who's offered up; there's no need to be too kind.

She also feels sorry for her older sisters.

Men, especially those who come to you on their own, don't need to feel sorry for them.

However, just as Meng Zhixue lay down on the bed, she suddenly felt a familiar downward pressure in her lower abdomen.

She quickly got up, rushed into the bathroom, and sure enough, her period had started early.

Fortunately, Tianzehui is a high-end private clinic, and the wards are fully equipped with daily necessities.

She searched for a while and found sanitary napkins and tampons in the bathroom cabinet. She could just open a pack and use it; there was no need to ask Zhou Yu to go to the store to buy them.

She hadn't had much menstrual cramps before, but this time it was probably because she had been in the cold lake for too long while diving to save someone, and the cold had seeped into her body. Not only was she very sensitive to the cold, but she also experienced sharp pains in her lower abdomen, like being pricked with needles.

When she came out after she finished treating herself, her face was ashen, and her lips, which had just regained a little color, had lost all color again.

"What's wrong? You look terrible." Hearing the commotion, Zhou Yu strode over to her, frowning as he observed her expression.

"It's okay, I'll be fine after a nap." Meng Zhixue shook her head, her voice a little weak.

She climbed into bed and wrapped herself tightly in the blankets.

The chill seemed to seep into her very bones. Even though the room was already quite warm, she was still shivering, and the pain in her lower abdomen was becoming increasingly noticeable.

"Do you have a fever?" Zhou Yu asked as he picked up the forehead thermometer from the bedside table and pointed it at her forehead.

After a short "beep," the forehead thermometer showed a body temperature of 36.9 degrees Celsius, which is normal.

"You don't have a fever, so why are you suddenly so sensitive to cold?" Zhou Yu asked, puzzled.

Meng Zhixue buried her face in the blanket, too painful to speak.

Suddenly the bed sank, the blanket was briefly pulled back and then pulled up again, and she felt a heat source behind her.

Looking back, he saw Zhou Yu indeed.

"Are you cold?" Zhou Yu asked, putting his arm around her shoulders from behind. "Do you want me to warm you up?"

Meng Zhixue: "..."

She really wanted to say no, but Zhou Yu was just too tempting right now.

His body temperature was significantly higher than hers. With a distance between them, it felt like a giant hand warmer was stuck to her back, making her feel very comfortable.

Forget about avoiding suspicion or being polite, she instinctively pressed herself against him.

I want to be closer.

Closer.

Her initiative caused a brief moment of surprise to flash across Zhou Yu's peach blossom eyes, and his body stiffened for a moment.

But he quickly realized what was happening and obediently reached out to pull her into his arms, holding her tightly.

The man was tall and sturdy, with a high body temperature, which greatly relieved the chill that Meng Zhixue felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave as soon as he got close.

With her eyes closed, she instinctively grabbed Zhou Yu's hand and pressed it against her cold lower abdomen, wanting him to warm it for her.

But she didn't realize how easily her behavior could be misunderstood.

Zhou Yu's breathing suddenly quickened; he couldn't believe it.

He looked down at Meng Zhixue, who was curled up in his arms, and felt her pressing his hand against her warm and smooth abdominal skin. He had only one thought in his mind: she wanted him.

Although he didn't know why Meng Zhixue wanted it when she was clearly feeling unwell, he was of course willing to satisfy her.

His heart raced, Zhou Yu's Adam's apple bobbed, and his fingers lifted the edge of Meng Zhixue's panties downwards, wanting to give her pleasure first, but...

Soon, his fingertips unexpectedly touched a dry and firm texture, like... a sanitary napkin?

Although he is a man, he understands the differences in male and female physiology and the difficulties women go through every month.

Zhou Yu's eyes widened in surprise, and he reacted in a second, his face turning red from his ears to his neck.

Awkward, helpless, and heartbroken.

The embarrassment and helplessness are mine alone.

My heart aches for the little woman in my arms.

After a moment of silence, as if he hadn't harbored any wicked thoughts, he subtly withdrew his hand and placed it back on Meng Zhixue's abdomen.

While dutifully acting as her "hot water bottle," he also pondered ways to alleviate women's menstrual cramps.

Lacking both knowledge and experience in this area, he decided within seconds to leave the professional matters to the professionals and leave the problem to the doctor.

……

Meng Zhixue slept for a very long time.

When I woke up it was already evening, and the cramping in my lower abdomen had subsided considerably, replaced by a gentle warmth.

She could feel a broad chest against her back, and a warm, large hand covering her abdomen, rising and falling slightly with her breathing.

Without turning around, she knew it was Zhou Yu just by smelling the faint scent of cedar wood.

She stirred slightly, and a hoarse, deep voice immediately sounded above her head: "Awake? Does your stomach still hurt?"

Meng Zhixue had already forgotten what happened before bed. Annoyed, she turned her head, her almond-shaped eyes warily fixed on Zhou Yu behind her: "Why are you sleeping in my bed again?"

"..." Zhou Yu laughed angrily, "You're heartless, aren't you? You use me and then throw me away? Weren't you the one who wouldn't let go of my hand while we were sleeping, and insisted on shoving my hand inside my clothes?"

Meng Zhixue: "..."

She wanted to argue, but Zhou Yu's large hand was still on her lower abdomen, warm and comfortable like a hand warmer.

She could easily imagine how she had "used" him before.

"Then... thank you?" she said.

Zhou Yu laughed: "How are you going to thank me?"

Meng Zhixue: "..."

Just a verbal thank you, what else do you want?

She's not exactly a kind person, at least not towards men.

"Wait!" Meng Zhixue suddenly blushed, her almond-shaped eyes filled with panic. "You, you, you, don't let your hand go any further down!"

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