Soon, Song Yaxuan got the key back. Zhang Zhenyuan inserted the key into the lock and opened the door. A group of people looked inside. It was Song Gouge who was clearly dressed neatly, but still wrapped himself in a thick quilt.
Liu Yaowen, who didn't know why, thought that Song porridge had gone back to sleep, and was about to go in to wake up the "sleeping child". As soon as he raised his foot and stepped into the door frame, his wrist was grabbed by the person behind him. He Junlin pulled Liu Yaowen back and squeezed in sideways.
When he opened the door, he noticed that something was wrong with Song porridge. Although he looked like he was asleep, his body was trembling slightly. He was awake but didn't respond to the sound of their door opening.
He Junlin's face was full of worry, and he came to the side of Song porridge in three steps and two steps, and gently stretched out his hand to stroke the shoulder of Song porridge lying on its side.
Song porridge trembled slightly, shook his head gently, He Junlin seemed to understand something, walked to the other side, squatted beside the bed, and was facing Song porridge's little face.
Song porridge's entire face was twisted together in pain, and He Junlin's entire heart seemed to be pulled up. He basically guessed the situation when he saw Song porridge protecting his stomach.
He stretched out his hand to avoid the blocking place of Song porridge, stretched out from the remaining gap in the curled body, and rubbed the child's belly, causing her to hum and chirp a few times.
He Junlin frowned, but said the "cause" very skillfully.
hejunlinCome to my period, I didn't put on my clothes last night, I caught a cold.
Song porridge pouted and leaned his head on He Junlin's chest like a little rabbit who had lost a fight, as if seeking comfort.
She only had the scene of the durian fighting in her mind now, and her mind was no more than the size of a child. At this time, no matter what He Junlin said, it was nothing.
songyaxuanWhat's wrong with the porridge?
hejunlinThe girl has her period, and it's not much, just a stomachache.
He Junlin pulled out the quilt that Song porridge was pressing under him. Seeing the dirty bed, he didn't say it out loud, and then wrapped the Song porridge with a quilt to prevent it from catching cold again.
For Omega, a little girl with the constitution of Song porridge, dysmenorrhea is a very normal thing, not to mention yesterday's confrontation with the two people outside the door in only pajamas, and walking around without shoes.
It's strange that she doesn't hurt.
However, for the other seven big men who have never experienced or even met the girls around them, there is so much that they are at a loss.
liuyaowenThen what about that?
Liu Yaowen stuttered a little.
hejunlinDidn't you say yesterday that Yan Haoxiang and I would make lunch, and we would burn a red bean soup to detoxify.
In fact, He Junlin also wanted to boil the brown sugar water, but there was no such thing as brown sugar in the ingredients allocated, so he could only replace it with something else.
It doesn't matter what you eat during your period, as long as it warms your stomach and stomach.
hejunlinAs for you -- come on.
He checked again whether he had used the quilt to put the complete country of Song porridge in the middle, then nodded with satisfaction, and inserted it through the cracks of the seven people, Yan Haoxiang also followed him.
The door was closed by someone unknown, and the room fell into silence, leaving only the girl's labored breathing.
Only the other six people stood by the bed of Song porridge. Seeing the children on the bed huddled in pain, Liu Wen didn't dare to make a mess, and made an invitation gesture to the brothers behind him.
