Hearing what Liu Bingrui said, Zhang Xiaomeng's heart couldn't help but quiver violently.
He quickly stepped forward and, indeed, saw a faint trace of blood on the bedsheet.
As an experienced man, he clearly understood what the bloodstain meant.
Still, he clung to a sliver of hope as he looked at Liu Bingrui and asked,
"Is it your period?"
"How could it be? My period just ended last week."
Liu Bingrui felt like crying.
She never imagined that her first time would slip away in such a muddle.
As a woman, who doesn't regard her first time as extremely important?
Countless times, she had blushed and quietly fantasized, dreaming of a perfect handsome man rolling in the sheets with her, experiencing that heart-racing scene that stirred both her embarrassment and curiosity.
But now, all those fantasies had turned into an elusive mirage.
Liu Bingrui could never have dreamed that her most precious first time would be so confusedly ruined in Zhang Xiaomeng's hands.
