"Ran Yu, are you there?" Lu Ziheng called out again, his tone impatient, followed by the sound of knocking on the door—loud, thudding, as if he was about to kick it in.
Helplessly, Ran Yu responded, "I'm here."
Then footsteps approached, "Does your stomach still hurt?"
His voice suddenly softened with that question.
But the gentler he was, the more self-conscious Ran Yu felt. If, after all this fuss, it turned out she just got her period, uh.
"Why aren't you talking?" Lu Ziheng said, and then he knocked on the bathroom door.
Ran Yu, with no other choice, braced herself and asked, "Can you buy me some sanitary pads?"
The air was dead silent.
After a while, Lu Ziheng's voice came out, stiff, "Wait here."
The sound of his footsteps gradually faded away.
Seated on the toilet, Ran Yu blinked and pictured him with a straight face buying sanitary pads—that girly item.
"Pffft, hahaha!"
Her laughter echoed in the ladies' restroom, sounding somewhat lecherous.
