After changing into the menstrual pants, Song Qiuyu suppressed her shame, climbed onto Jiang Xiao’s bed with a blushing face, and wrapped herself up in the quilt.
After all, Jiang Xiao’s bed was truly warm.
It was an absolute necessity for winter.
As for the summer…
Well, she would deal with the summer when it came.
Still, the sensation of these menstrual pants was quite novel, though she hoped they really wouldn’t stain the sheets.
She slowly closed her eyes, feeling her hands and feet already growing cold, and couldn’t help but curl her legs up slightly, waiting for Jiang Xiao to get in bed.
Jiang Xiao soon entered the room, climbed onto the bed, turned on his side, and gently opened his arms to hug her from behind.
“Mmm…”
Feeling the rising temperature in the bed and the breath of the person behind her, Song Qiuyu shyly tucked her chin in, though a certain part of her body was placed in a rather dangerous position; fearing to move too much, she only adjusted herself slightly.
“Xi’er, don’t fidget.”
Jiang Xiao buried his face in the nape of her neck, his nose and mouth filled with her scent, and he couldn’t help but feel intoxicated by it.
“You’re the one who is…”
Feeling an impulse from Jiang Xiao that was even more honest than his words, Song Qiuyu took a shallow breath, her small hands carefully covering the back of his hand, which was more than twice the size of her own.
Facing that area deep within the danger zone, she could only try her best to ignore it.
However, even with such thoughts in her mind, wildly different and impure thoughts emerged from deep within her body.
This body, having gone through the first time and then the second, had become greedy and insatiable.
Unfortunately, Jiang Xiao was exactly the same.
The wonderful thing was that the two of them now implicitly chose to only embrace.
Even though it was clearly a case where a single spark was enough to start a prairie fire.
She frantically gathered her self-control, as if picking up scraps from all over her body, and simply nestled obediently in Jiang Xiao’s arms, relaxing her body.
Sleepiness came quickly, her eyelids too heavy to lift again.
Then, she dreamed that she had actually turned into Little Red Riding Hood, and when she was crying for her grandmother by the bed, the Hunter uncle made a grand entrance.
This Hunter uncle was still Jiang Xiao, puffing on a cigar, and with one long stride, he reached her side.
[Little thief, I’ve caught you!]
[Big uncle, I won’t dare do it again, can you be a little gentler!]
[I can, provided you behave yourself!]
[Can you let me bury my grandmother first?]
[No problem.]
She had thought the Hunter uncle would only watch coldly, but to her surprise, he helped her bury her grandmother and even saw the whole thing through to the end.
Once everything was settled, she trembled in fear, only to be forced to live in the Hunter uncle’s house, where it was just the two of them, a lone man and a lone woman.
[Alright, turn around, lie on the table, and stick your butt up. Big uncle will be a little gentler!!]
[…!]
The Hunter uncle raised a large hand high, his brows furrowed, his expression possessing a certain rogue-like quality.
The pain of the spanking was so realistic that it startled Song Qiuyu right out of her dream!
“Mmm… no… don’t hit me anymore!!”
She opened her eyes wide, tears welling up and breaking into tiny, shimmering light that hung on her lashes and slid down the corners of her eyes.
She sniffled, rubbed her small bottom with lingering fear, and glanced behind her.
Huh?
Where was Jiang Xiao?
She stared vacantly at the empty bed where she was left alone, stunned for a long time, before she awkwardly rolled over and sat up.
Then, the first thing she did upon getting up was to check the sheets and her pants.
They were perfectly clean.
She let out a sigh of relief, turned around, picked up her phone, and as she raised her eyes, she noticed the post-it note stuck to the nightstand.
It read: Xi’er, I’ve gone out for a morning run. If you want anything to eat in the morning, text my phone.
Song Qiuyu’s gaze flickered, and a curve formed on her lips.
She immediately sent a text with the things she wanted to eat.
Jiang Xiao replied very quickly.
They chatted back and forth on their phones like that.
A moment later, upon receiving the message that Jiang Xiao had finished his morning run, Song Qiuyu decisively jumped out of bed, straightened her clothes, put on her slippers, opened the bedroom door, and walked into the living room.
She prepared hot water for him in advance, sat on the sofa, pricked up her ears, and listened for his footsteps, waiting to open the door for him.
But what Song Qiuyu didn’t expect was that as soon as she opened the door, she caught a scent she had smelled on other girls before.
This fragrance, which smelled like rose perfume, was now emanating from Jiang Xiao.
Song Qiuyu felt strange and couldn’t help but sniff a few more times; her delicate brows knitted slightly, and her expression became somewhat displeased.
Jiang Xiao never wore perfume. Could it be that he brushed against some other girl and it rubbed off on him?
But it wasn’t even fully bright outside yet, so the only girls he could have run into would have been those out for a morning run as well, or those who woke up early just for him.
“What’s wrong?”
Jiang Xiao’s confused voice drifted down from overhead.
Hearing this, Song Qiuyu pouted, looked up, and deliberately said in a fierce tone: “Jiang Xiao, you better answer me one thing honestly!”
“Hmm?”
Jiang Xiao raised an eyebrow, nodded, and said at a leisurely pace: “Go ahead, Xi’er.”
“Jiang Xiao, did you go out and raise another cat behind my back?”
Song Qiuyu grabbed Jiang Xiao’s collar, deep and complex emotions bubbling up in her heart—a bit of sourness, a bit of grievance, and a bit of dissatisfaction.
Because she hoped all of this was just her overthinking things, she deliberately used a joking tone to speak to him.
Jiang Xiao was slightly taken aback.
Seeing that Jiang Xiao didn’t deny it immediately, Song Qiuyu’s pupils constricted, and she looked at him in disbelief; although there was indeed a saying among boys.
As long as it’s a woman you’ve slept with, she can no longer be considered a woman, just some girl on the side of the road; but whether in the past or now, she did not subscribe to this view.
Not all boys thought this way; those who did were basically scumbags! The kind of scumbags who changed girlfriends like they changed clothes.
She had a roommate like that in high school who had a new girlfriend every week; she had been so envious of her back then.
Could it be!
No… Jiang Xiao couldn’t be that kind of person. This was the man she had finally gathered the courage to fall in love with; how could he treat her as just a girl on the side of the road after having been with her twice?
She wasn’t that bad, nor that bland, even if her figure was indeed lacking by just that tiny bit.
Besides, they had just been hugging and sleeping in the same bed last night.
“No, where would I have raised another cat?”
Jiang Xiao’s firm voice interrupted her wild thoughts.
“Oh.”
Song Qiuyu pouted and glanced at Jiang Xiao twice.
“Then, on you…”
“What’s on me?”
The confusion on Jiang Xiao’s face grew more intense as he turned around and closed the door.
“Why do you smell so good? It seems like there’s the scent of another girl’s perfume!”
As she said this, Song Qiuyu hurried back to the sofa, sat down, and held the glass of water on the table with both hands.
It was originally prepared for Jiang Xiao, but she couldn’t care about that too much now, so she took a few sips herself to calm her nerves.
“So that’s what you were talking about, Xi’er.”
Jiang Xiao looked like he finally understood, brought the things over, and sat on the sofa, though he sat toward the edge.
“What else would I be talking about if not this?”
Song Qiuyu couldn’t help but slip one of her small, bare feet out of her slipper, kicked his leg, and scooted her little butt closer to him.
“Then… can I take it that you are now questioning my male virtue?”
Jiang Xiao turned his face to look at her, looking somewhat hurt.
The short words struck straight into Song Qiuyu’s heart, making her feel a shudder.