"Ouch! Ouch! Be gentler!"
Under my kneading, Tang Qianqian's delicate body trembled lightly, the pain outweighing the pleasure.
It indeed felt swollen to the touch, somewhat drum-like, not like the swelling of lactation, but rather a bit hard, a condition that appears in women during their period.
I carefully felt around once more, checking both sides.
Then, thoughtfully, I returned to her lower Peach Garden, touching the nearly hairless area, inch by inch pinching my way upward, even reaching her lower abdomen to conduct a thorough examination.
"How is it? Did you find anything? It was fine in the past years, and I thought it would start, but I'm already in my final year of high school, and it hasn't come; I'm scared to death. It isn't some terminal disease, is it?"
"I'm afraid of losing face, of being looked down upon, so I faked blood to pretend I had my period."
She was extremely worried, incessantly asking.
"Your body does have some problems!"
