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Chapter 89 was chewed by a dog?
"It's... my period." Lin Weiwei's voice trailed off. "My stomach hurts a little. I didn't feel anything before, but now something's wrong down there..."
Bai Si'an was silent for a few seconds, then slowly released his grip.
He propped himself up, sat on the edge of the bed, and adjusted his glasses. In the lamplight, his face was expressionless, but Lin Weiwei noticed that his ears and neck were red.
The room was so quiet that you could hear the wind blowing across the Gobi Desert outside the window.
After a long while, Bai Si'an finally spoke, his voice returning to its usual calm: "Does it hurt a lot?"
"It's alright... just a bit bloated." Lin Weiwei shrank back slightly, a little embarrassed. "Um... do you have toilet paper here? Or... sanitary pads?"
Bai Si'an stood up: "I'll go ask Auntie Pang."
"No!" Lin Weiwei quickly grabbed him, "It's so late at night, it's so embarrassing!"
Bai Si'an stopped and looked at her.
Lin Weiwei sighed: "Never mind, let's talk about it tomorrow. I... I'll use a cloth as a pad first."
Bai Si'an didn't say anything, turned around and left.
Lin Weiwei thought he had gone to her room and was about to get out of bed to look for any old cloth she could use when the curtain was lifted again.
Baisian brought in a bowl of hot water, and in his other hand he carried a military water bottle filled with hot water, wrapped in an old towel.
"Drink some water." He handed her the bowl, then tucked the kettle into her bed, "cover your stomach."
Lin Weiwei held the bowl, the warmth of the hot water seeping through the rough porcelain into her palm.
She sipped the hot water, which flowed into her stomach, making her feel warm and comfortable.
Bai Si'an sat down on the edge of the bed, without saying a word, just looking at her.
Lin Weiwei felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and said softly, "You...you should go to sleep. I'm fine."
"Wait until you finish drinking," Bai Si'an said.
Lin Weiwei had no choice but to finish her water quickly. As soon as she put the bowl down, Bai Si'an took it and went out to wash it.
When he returned, he had a clean strip of cloth in his hand, which had been torn into long strips.
"Use this first, it's new, I washed it before, it's clean." He handed her the strip of cloth, "I'll go to the service center tomorrow."
Lin Weiwei took the strip of cloth, her face burning hot: "Thank you..."
Bai Si'an hummed in agreement and stood there without moving.
Lin Weiwei felt even more embarrassed when she saw that he still hadn't left: "You...you turn around."
Bai Si'an then realized what was happening and immediately turned around, his back to her.
Lin Weiwei quickly and quietly placed the strips of cloth on the ground, straightened her clothes, and then whispered, "All done."
Bai Si'an turned back, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment: "Does it still hurt?"
"I feel much better." Lin Weiwei snuggled into the quilt, the hot water kettle pressed against her stomach, and warmth spread through her.
Bai Si'an nodded, blew out the kerosene lamp, and lay down fully clothed on the other side of the bed.
In the darkness, neither of them spoke.
After a long while, Lin Weiwei spoke softly, "Bai Si'an."
"Um."
"You...don't mind?"
Bai Si'an was silent for two seconds: "What are you complaining about?"
"Just now... I kissed your feet, and now... this." Lin Weiwei's voice grew softer and softer.
Bai Si'an turned over, facing her. His expression was unclear in the darkness, but his voice was clear: "I don't mind."
He paused, then said, "You are my wife."
Lin Weiwei's nose suddenly felt a little sore.
She didn't say anything more, but just moved closer to him.
Bai Si'an reached out and gently patted her back through the blanket. His movements were a little clumsy, but very light.
The wind howled outside the window.
The next room.
Bai Rongbei finally managed to pull Su Wanwan off him.
She was fast asleep, her arms and legs limp and she let him do as he pleased.
He carried her to her own bed, covered her with the blanket, and stood by the bed watching her for a long time.
Her face was still flushed from the alcohol, her lips were slightly parted, and her breathing was even.
Stray hairs clung to his temples, and he reached out and gently brushed them away.
My fingers touched the soft, delicate skin of her cheek.
Bai Rongbei withdrew his hand, turned around and went out to fetch water.
He wrung out a towel and sat on the edge of the bed to wipe her face. His movements were very gentle, wiping her face clean little by little, from her forehead to her chin.
Su Wanwan hummed comfortably in her sleep and rubbed her face against his palm.
Bai Rongbei paused for a moment, then continued wiping.
After wiping my face, I wiped my hands as well.
Then he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her sleeping face, and suddenly remembered the "big chicken leg" she had muttered while she was munching on her abs.
Did you not eat enough tonight?
He got up and went to the kitchen.
There was still a little millet porridge left in the pot, so he lit a fire to heat it up, ladled out a small half bowl, and brought it in.
"Su Wanwan," he called softly, "have some porridge before you sleep."
Su Wanwan did not respond.
He tested the temperature of the porridge, and it was just right.
I scooped up a spoonful and brought it to her lips.
Su Wanwan smelled the aroma of rice in her sleep, and unconsciously opened her mouth, putting the spoon in her mouth.
Bai Rongbei fed her little by little, and she ate little by little.
After finishing half a bowl of porridge, she smacked her lips, turned over, and fell asleep again.
Bai Rongbei put down the bowl, tucked her in, and blew out the lamp.
He walked to the door, glanced back at the raised shape on the bed, and gently closed the door.
The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Su Wanwan woke up.
Headache.
It felt like countless tiny hammers were hitting my brain, and my temples were throbbing.
She sat up with a frown, rubbing her temples, trying hard to recall what had happened last night.
My memories are fragmented: a lively dinner party, a bonfire, singing, drinking... and then what?
It seems... she went to Bai Rongbei for a massage?
And then... that was it.
She looked down at herself; her clothes were on perfectly fine, except for being a little wrinkled, there was nothing unusual about them.
It must have been Bai Rongbei who brought her back.
Su Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, but was also a little annoyed.
How did you get drunk?
I also blacked out.
She threw off the covers and got out of bed. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she felt dizzy and quickly grabbed the edge of the bed for support.
"woke up?"
Lin Weiwei's voice came from the doorway, sounding a little weak.
Su Wanwan looked up and saw Lin Weiwei standing there, leaning against the door frame, her face a little pale, one hand covering her stomach.
"Weiwei? What's wrong?" Su Wanwan quickly went over to her.
"It's nothing... I just got my period." Lin Weiwei waved her hand, slowly moved in, and sat down on the edge of the bed. "My stomach hurts."
Su Wanwan then remembered that they had been in this world for almost a month, and their periods should be starting soon.
I was so busy adapting to my new life, fixing the toilet, and preparing for the selection that I forgot about this.
"Wait here, I'll go get you some hot water," Su Wanwan said, starting to walk out.
"No need, Bai Si'an just poured me some." Lin Weiwei pulled her back and sighed, "It's just... no sanitary napkins, what a hassle."
Su Wanwan was taken aback: "Then what should we use?"
"Strips of cloth." Lin Weiwei said with a bitter face, "Last night Bai Si'an found me some new cloth and tore it up for me. It's usable, but it's uncomfortable and leaks easily."
Su Wanwan frowned.
This is indeed a problem.
In this day and age, even toilet paper is precious, let alone sanitary napkins.
You might find them in the city, but you've probably never even seen a military service station like this one on the edge of the Gobi Desert.
"I'll think of something," she said.
"What can we do?" Lin Weiwei shook her head. "I've already checked the service center, and they don't have that stuff. Aunt Pang and the others probably use menstrual belts filled with wood ash or old strips of cloth. But we don't even have menstrual belts."
Su Wanwan was silent for a moment: "I'll go ask Bai Rongbei if I can ask someone to go to the city to buy some toilet paper."
"Toilet paper will do, it's better than strips of cloth." Lin Weiwei nodded, then remembered something, "By the way, aren't you supposed to report to the performing arts troupe today? What time is it?"
Su Wanwan then remembered her business and quickly glanced at the small alarm clock on the table; it was 7:20.
"Reporting at eight o'clock!" She hurriedly went to wash up. "I have to hurry!"