A fashion queen

"Hmm..." She couldn't help but let out a moan. This sound was like a fire, igniting the desire deep in Mo Yunting's heart. The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a satisfied smile. He knew that Cui Xueying was ready and waiting for his further action.

Mo Yunting's hands began to unbutton her dress, one, two... As the buttons came undone, Cui Xueying's skin gradually exposed to the air. Her breathing became rapid, and her body trembled slightly. Her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, and her eyes gleamed with shyness and anticipation.

Just as Mo Yunting was about to take the next step, Cui Xueying suddenly felt a hot stream gushing out from her lower body. Her face instantly turned very embarrassed, and she realized that her menstrual period had come. She hurriedly pushed Mo Yunting, signaling him to stop. She stammered, "I... I think I'm having my period!"

When Mo Yunting heard the news, a flicker of displeasure crossed his face, but he quickly regained his composure. He sighed softly and said helplessly, "Okay, that's all I can do for now. But you have to make it up to me after your period is over." He then gently stroked Cui Xueying's hair, expressing his understanding and comfort. He then helped Cui Xueying tidy up her clothes and carried her to the bathroom.

He carefully placed her in the bathtub, turned on the hot water, and let the warm water wash over her body. The water flowed gently, as if soothing Cui Xueying's discomfort. Mo Yunting sat quietly beside her, watching her, his eyes filled with concern and heartache.

Cui Xueying's cheeks flushed. She slowly leaned over the edge of the bathtub, slightly closing her eyes and immersing herself in the comfortable feeling of the water. Her face was flushed with an alluring blush, like a ripe apple.

"Well...well, can you please go out for a while? I want to wash myself." Cui Xueying's voice was a little shy. She tried to get Mo Yunting to leave the bathroom and give her some private space.

However, Mo Yunting ignored her request. Instead, he raised the corners of his lips playfully and chuckled, "What's there to be shy about? It's not like I haven't seen every part of your body." As he spoke, he picked up a soft towel and gently wiped her smooth skin, taking good care of her.

Cui Xueying felt a little embarrassed. She tried to speak again, but the words were swallowed back. Mo Yunting seemed to sense her hesitation. He stretched out a slender finger and gently pressed it against her lips, signaling her to be quiet. "Shh, be good and don't move." His tone was filled with an unquestionable tenderness that was irresistible.

As time went by, Cui Xueying's heartbeat gradually calmed, and her body began to relax. Mo Yunting's movements were light and gentle, and every touch was filled with care and love. He carefully washed every inch of her skin, as if it were a precious work of art.

After taking a shower, Mo Yunting wrapped Cui Xueying in a warm bath towel, carefully carried her back to the bedroom, gently placed her on the soft bed, then picked up a cup of steaming brown sugar water and handed it to her.

"Come, drink this cup of brown sugar water, you will feel better." Mo Yunting whispered softly.

Cui Xue took the cup and held it in her hands, feeling the warmth from the walls. A wave of warmth welled up in her heart. She carefully sipped the brown sugar water. The sweet, warm liquid flowed down her throat and into her stomach, seeming to bring a touch of warmth to her entire body. She continued to sip slowly, feeling the warmth spread with each sip.

"Thank you..." Cui Xueying said in a low voice, her voice a little hoarse.

Mo Yunting smiled and shook his head, his eyes full of care and tenderness. He gently stroked Cui Xueying's cheek, then sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to hold her hand. His palm was broad and warm, giving her a sense of security.

"Go to bed early. I will stay here with you tonight." His voice was low and gentle, with a hint of firmness, which made people feel extremely at ease.

Cui Xueying nodded slightly, a touch of emotion flashing in her eyes. She gently closed her eyes, feeling Mo Yunting's company, and her heart gradually calmed down. She knew that she was no longer alone, and there was someone willing to silently stay by her side.

Mo Yunting sat quietly beside the bed, his eyes fixed on Cui Xueying, watching her gradually fall asleep. His eyes revealed deep love and doting, as if he could tolerate everything. He knew that Cui Xueying needed a good rest, so he remained quiet and did not disturb her sleep.

Time passed, and Mo Yunting never left. He held Cui Xueying's hand tightly, giving her strength and support. The quiet of the night enveloped the room, with only the sound of Mo Yunting's breathing and Cui Xueying's light snoring intertwined.