He gave Ning Xia no time to prepare, and the next second his large hand had already flipped over the blanket covering her, his devilish claw reaching straight for her skirt, about to tear it off.
At the critical moment, the dark pupils of his eyes caught sight of a smear of red on the white bedsheet beneath Ning Xia, strikingly conspicuous.
His hand abruptly stopped.
Ning Xia clutched her belly pitifully, looking at him with a wronged expression, "Young Master Bo, even if I had ten million guts, I wouldn't dare to deceive you. I really got my period, so I can't do anything right now."
Thankfully, she had prepared a blood pack beforehand, as a prop for photography; she never imagined it would save her at such a crucial time.
The instant the little overlord flipped the blanket, she also squeezed the blood pack!
Damn it.
