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The nemesis of sitting on the cold tiles for an afternoon came in the middle of the night.

Zhao Yimian was woken up by the pain in the middle of the night.

There seemed to be a golden cudgel in her stomach, every nerve was tearing in different directions, and the blood vessels behind her ears were constantly swollen. Time and time again, she gritted her teeth against the darkness and shrunk herself into a I picked up a dried shrimp.

pain--

Well, the pain of his grandma——

Zhao Yimian, who hadn't been in such pain for a long time, was trembling from the pain.

She tried her best to control her body, and tried her best to make the trembling less obvious, so as not to affect Shen Mingchu who was sleeping next to her. After all, the other party had to go to work tomorrow morning, and she silently endured the uterus as if it was being scraped clean with a spoon. pain.

"Mianmian?" Shen Mingchu's voice was a little confused, a hand under the quilt groped to find Zhao Yimian, hugged her from behind, and very naturally replaced her hand that was pressing on her lower abdomen, and gently rubbed it for her Stomach.

Shen Mingchu's hands were warm, warm and even a little hot. She was obviously not awake yet, but the movements of her hands were extremely natural, and her body was also hot. Zhao Yimian, who was covered in cold sweat, felt the warmth, so she Unknowingly let out a breath, the frowning brows eased a lot.

"Squint for a while, squint for a while and then get up and take a shower..."

Zhao Yimian said this to herself, and then fell asleep.

The dream came unexpectedly.

I don't know if it's because of having a baby face, but Zhao Yimian's development is much later than her peers.

But a girl of the same age, twelve or thirteen years old, the first year of junior high school, or even the sixth grade, had already had her period. When she was 16 years old, she was still a Princess Taiping who didn't even have a steamed bun, let alone a big aunt.

She couldn't get in the way when others were discussing her aunt, and when girls in the same class asked her to borrow sanitary napkins, she could only say that she didn't have any. Even people who knew about it, including Ms. Song, comforted her. When others were late, she was also worried all day long, wondering if she had some incurable disease, which was why the auntie was so late.

After reading some strange news, she even speculated whether she was a hermaphrodite with cryptorchidism growing in her lower abdomen.

At one time, I secretly massaged the lower abdomen for a long time, and watched a lot of professional books and videos on anatomy, just to be able to figure out my physiological structure.

Ms. Song, who knew about it, said, "...your little brain is full of fantastic ideas all day long."

Zhao Yimian: "..." Pretending not to understand her mother's mocking words.

However, the physical development is late, and the psychological development is quite early.

At least when she was 14 years old, she knew to run after Shen Mingchu's ass. Thanks to the same-sex marriage law that had just been passed at that time, there were still a small number of people who openly announced their sexuality. It was difficult for anyone to think in this direction, otherwise she would have been Found.

But to be honest, Zhao Yimian himself at that time may not have realized that he liked it.

She was just pure, wanted to see Shen Mingchu, felt happy when she saw her, and smiled involuntarily when she heard her voice.

"Mianmian, good afternoon, have you had lunch yet?" Grandma Shen warmly greeted Zhao Yimian.

"After eating grandma, I made boneless chicken feet at noon and brought them here for you to taste. Where's Ah Chu?"

Still standing at the door, her head poked inside.

Grandma Shen took the bowl in her hand, and smiled knowingly: "At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, she is drying clothes upstairs, you can help her."

Even big stars have to do housework when they go home.

Zhao Yimian opened the door to the roof, passed through the raised plain sheets, and saw a woman standing under the clothesline.

She was wearing a white dress, the style was simple and relaxed, her jet-black hair was tucked up in a fuzzy ball behind her head, she was extremely casual, the daylight today was not too good, there was a thick layer of clouds in the sky, walking in You will feel a little gloomy on the road, but her face is so beautiful that without the sun's rays, it is already radiant enough to attract the attention of others.

It's so beautiful.

The 16-year-old Zhao Yimian stopped in her tracks, admiring the beautiful scenery and admiring it from the bottom of her heart.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Shen Mingchu turned his head, saw her, and greeted, "Mianmian, come and help me."

"Hey, here we come!"

Zhao Yimian happily ran over.

Shen Mingchu washed a lot of sheets and quilt covers, these were difficult tasks for Grandma Shen when she was alone at home.

Zhao Yimian helped her shake out the fabric, and then threw it on the clothesline.

This kind of work is actually very boring. At home, Zhao Yimian would have to do it only when Ms. Song drove the ducks to the shelves, but here she is very happy to do it, but the bright eyes will fall on Shen Mingchu's face from time to time, full of pure favorite.

Shen Mingchu often felt that he was burned by such a gaze.

She is an adult, and she can see what the little girl is thinking, before the little girl herself understands it.

It's just that she's not going to make it clear that it's normal for boys and girls to show unusual affection for their older peers or even elders during puberty. Sprout.

And sprouting will always pass one day.

Perhaps one day, the little girl will have someone she really likes, and she will understand how superficial and ridiculous her liking for her is now. Shen Mingchu thought about it casually, and saw the little girl yawn.

"Sleepy, didn't sleep at noon?"

Zhao Yimian yawned until she burst into tears. After yawning, not only did she not become energetic, but she became even more sleepy. Her eyelids dropped like a heavy stone, "Yes... a little sleepy, no, it's okay... ...It will be fine in a while."

"Go to bed when you're sleepy," Shen Mingchu said to the little girl as she didn't have much work left, "Go to my room, you can find it, right? Go to sleep for a while, or you won't be energetic all afternoon. I'll call you when I eat."

Zhao Yimian closed her eyes and nodded, "Okay."

She turned around and went downstairs, Shen Mingchu looked at her confused appearance, really worried that she would step on the air and roll down, hesitated for a moment, then put down the clothes he picked up in his hand, wiped his hands, and followed behind Zhao Yimian.

Although the little girl seemed to be sleepwalking, she had a good sense of direction and space. She actually found Shen Mingchu's room accurately, lifted the quilt, and fell on the bed. Frowning, I saw a small bag arched under the quilt, and after a moment of rustling, the clothes and pants were thrown out and dropped on the ground.

She waited for a while, before the little girl showed her head, she stepped forward and pulled the quilt away, and saw Zhao Yimian huddled into a ball, the four corners of the quilt were tightly pressed, and she was sleeping soundly.

She pulled the quilt up to her chin in a funny way, exposing Zhao Yimian's mouth and nose.

"I don't dislike being in a panic."

She couldn't hold back, and rubbed the girl's hair.

The first menstruation came surging in such an environment.

Perhaps the later people come, the more tempered they are, and the same words are very appropriate for the aunt.

In Zhao Yimian's sleep, she just felt that she had a terrible nightmare. A monster with a hideous face pierced her lower abdomen with its claws. The sharp claws were still rummaging inside, tearing her large and small intestines. It was torn apart, and her fascia and skin were all scratched to pieces.

"Woooo..."

Rao was in so much pain that she couldn't help crying, but she still didn't wake up, but curled herself up even harder into a shrimp.

At this time, her cold hand suddenly touched something warm.

Zhao Yimian squinted her eyes, and saw Shen Mingchu squatting in front of her, with his hand gently pressing on her lower abdomen.

"Chu?"

Shen Mingchu asked: "Dysmenorrhea?"

She didn't hear clearly, she just said aggrievedly: "It hurts."

"Wait a mininute."

Shen Mingchu rubbed her twice, and saw that her pain was relieved, so he got up.

Zhao Yimian didn't know where she was going, thought she didn't care about her, lying on the bed, with grievance bubbles in her heart, tears falling down in disobedient way.

She has always been a strong girl, at least in terms of pain. Shen Mingchu knew from a very young age that Zhao Yimian is not a child who can cry. Other children fall to the ground and cry loudly. She will be dazed first, then slowly Tun got up and told the people next to him, "I fell, you have to be careful, the ground here will trip people and fall."

She put the hot handbag on Zhao Yimian's lower abdomen, put the cup of ginger syrup on the head of the bed, stretched out her hand to brush away Zhao Yimian's sweat-wet hair, and asked her with concern, "Is it painful? Do you want to take a piece?" Painkillers?"

Zhao Yimian shook her head, her voice was crying, "No, I won't take medicine."

Shen Mingchu remembered that children are afraid of injections and medicines.

"Then get up and drink some ginger syrup, it will make you feel better, okay?"

Zhao Yimian nodded with a pale face, and tried to get up, but her body had long since lost strength, and she was about to slide down when her arms were half supported. Fortunately, Shen Mingchu had quick eyesight and quick hands, and grabbed her, hugged her in his arms, and held her. He picked up the water glass on the table and fed it to Zhao Yimian's mouth like feeding a child.

Zhao Yimian took a sip.

"Woo... You lied to me, this is medicine."

She refused to open her mouth to say anything.

"This is not medicine, Mianmian, it's sweet, it's sugar water, it's delicious, would you like to try it again?"

The deceived Zhao Yimian opened his mouth and took another sip.

Her tears of grievance fell down in big drops.

"Mianmian, you haven't tasted the real taste just now."

Zhao Yimian took another sip carefully.

Tears continued to fall.

"You have to take a big gulp to feel good, just like Coke Zero."

Zhao Yimian gulped down several mouthfuls.

This time, no matter what Shen Mingchu said, she refused to open her mouth.

Fortunately, a glass of ginger syrup is almost enough to drink at this time.

Shen Mingchu helped her to lie down and was about to leave, but her clothes were pulled by a force. She looked down and saw that the little girl's fingers were tugging at the hem of her clothes, "I want Ah Chu to accompany me..."

"How is Mianmian, does it feel better?" Grandma Shen came in and asked.

Shen Mingchu stood there, his clothes were still being pulled by Zhao Yimian, and he said helplessly: "Just now I gave her ginger syrup, don't let me go now."

"If you don't let you go, just stay with her. Anyway, there's nothing to do in the afternoon."

With a big wave of her hand, Grandma Shen made a decision.

If she really wanted to leave, how could Zhao Yimian hold her back.

But she was left behind so easily.

Grandma Shen went out, she looked at Zhao Yimian's pale face, and sighed, "There's really nothing I can do about you."

That being said, when she looked at Zhao Yimian, there was a doting light in her eyes that she didn't know about.