She was very curious, indeed, about her domineering second brother, who seemed to think he could help a woman by buying her sanitary pads?
The key issue was that An Xiaomian had now fainted, her skirt covered in blood.
And no one had taught Shangguan Xiu how to use sanitary pads, so could he really figure it out himself?
No, that wasn't right. It wasn't a matter of being able to figure it out, it was that his identity and personality seemed to mean he shouldn't be doing this kind of thing at all.
In the meantime, inside the room.
Shangguan Xiu frowned deeply as he looked at the somewhat hot sanitary pad in his hand and then at the bed, at An Xiaomian's pale, unconscious face, and the blood on her skirt.
His frown became even more severe.
In the end, he gritted his teeth, slowly reached for her skirt, but quickly pulled back his hand. Then he took out his phone and began searching: how to use sanitary pads.
