While the chitterlings were boiling in the pot, Lin Yuan plopped down onto a stool, clutching her abdomen with her hands. This familiar pain made her very sure that she was not sick, but that her period had finally arrived.
It couldn't have come at a worse time, what impeccable timing!
Gently rubbing her abdomen, Lin Yuan's delicate eyebrows tightly furrowed. However, upon lifting her head and seeing Xia Zheng's concerned, almost frenzied expression as he struggled to stay put, she couldn't help but laugh. This guy was really obedient; a glance from her was all it took for him to stay obediently seated without moving.
Fortunately, it was not very cold at the moment, and there was a small charcoal stove used for boiling the chitterlings nearby to keep warm, so Lin Yuan didn't feel too uncomfortable. What worried her most was that she wasn't wearing many clothes—if she were to stain them, wouldn't that be embarrassing in front of so many people?
