Why Are You Having a Nosebleed (11)

So the key issue now is how to seduce Li Jiaojiao... wait, no...

how to get Li Jiaojiao to seduce Yan Chen.

An Xiaowei propped her little face in her hands, her cheeks puffed up like a hamster storing food, looking utterly adorable.

This was a problem...

An Xiaowei lay sprawled on her gaming chair, burying her head under a pillow. Just as she was about to say something, she felt a sharp twinge in her stomach.

What was going on?

Was her kidney failing?

Her face instantly turned pale, her whole body frail like a delicate little white flower, looking pitifully fragile—as if a gust of wind could knock her over.

The cramping pain in her abdomen came in waves, like a giant crab was pinching and tearing at the flesh inside her, threatening to sever it entirely.

Even though she used to be a tough guy, she could barely handle it now.

She covered her mouth with one hand, the shimmering tears in her eyes threatening to spill.

"Si, I think I'm going to die young. I don’t want to leave this world... sob... I miss my long-lost sister so much."

Si: "..."

"You're not sick. You just got your period," Si said, completely unfazed. "And you don’t even have a sister."

"A sweetheart can count as a sister," An Xiaowei stubbornly insisted.

"But you’re single," Si replied, still deadpan.

Clutching her stomach, An Xiaowei scurried to the bathroom in her bedroom, only to rummage around and find no trace of the legendary "big band-aid"—sanitary pads.

What the hell? Did An Xiaowei seriously not keep any backups?

Gritting her teeth against the pain, she grumbled at Si, "Couldn’t you be a little gentler?"

"But I didn’t even use any force," Si said, equally frustrated.

She didn’t get periods, so of course she couldn’t understand An Xiaowei’s suffering.

An Xiaowei vaguely felt there was something off about Si’s words, but she didn’t have the energy to dwell on it right now.

Left with no choice, An Xiaowei reached for the sinful alternative—toilet paper. For now, it would have to do.

Regret only comes too late.

She really should’ve paid more attention to the gender displayed on the profile.

An Xiaowei was on the verge of tears.

Toilet paper wouldn’t last long. She dug out a black hoodie and black pants from her closet, wrapping herself up tightly, then grabbed two black disposable masks from under the coffee table.

She’d only ever heard stories before, but now that it was happening to her, she couldn’t help but panic.

So much so that she even got a nosebleed.

"You’re bleeding," Si remarked, surprised.

An Xiaowei: "..."

"I’m just a little overheated."

While changing, in the dim light, An Xiaowei only caught a blurry glimpse of the soft, undulating curves before quickly averting her gaze.

She didn’t dare look. If she did, "overheated" might not be the only issue.

An Xiaowei was a master of restraint, so she quickly shoved those thoughts aside and slipped out the door.

An Wan was filming anyway—she wouldn’t be back anytime soon.

This was a villa district—nice, but with no supermarkets nearby. An Xiaowei had to bike out to find one.

By the time she reached the convenience store, her feet felt like they were floating, her whole body swaying unsteadily.

An Xiaowei had never had a reason to visit the feminine products aisle before. Now, stepping into it for the first time, she felt an inexplicable nervousness.

What did those things even look like?

She shuffled over, her forehead dotted with sweat—half from pain, half from sheer embarrassment.

Buying sanitary pads was, by all accounts, mortifying.

So. Damn. Embarrassing.

An Xiaowei stole a few glances.

Day use? Night use? She barely understood the labels on the back—sanitary pads, panty liners—it was all gibberish to her. She grabbed a few packs from the shelf. The packaging was cool to the touch, but her hands burned.

Oh no. Did someone see her?

Just then, she noticed someone approaching. Startled, the three or four packs of pads slipped from her hands.

"Sorry," the woman in the long dress quickly bent down to pick them up.

"This brand isn’t great. Let me pick a few better ones for you." Ning Moqing glanced at the items in her hand, smiling faintly as she placed them back on the shelf.

"First time, little one? No need to be shy. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about—you’ll get used to it." Ning Moqing pulled a few packs from the shelf, even examining the descriptions on the packaging.

Day use, night use, different lengths...

An Xiaowei instinctively looked up and saw those slender, elegant fingers holding the sanitary pads—somehow, it felt sinful.

How could she be so casual about this?!

An Xiaowei’s face burned. Ning Moqing handed the pads to the girl beside her, then looked down and saw those watery, glistening eyes—innocent, yet tinged with timid fear.

"Xiaowei?"

Ning Moqing truly hadn’t expected to see her here.

Crap. An acquaintance.

An Xiaowei clutched the pads, dashed to the counter to pay, and only relaxed when the cashier cheerfully packed them into a black plastic bag for her.

So. Damn. Humiliating.

Before she could even hop back on her bike, Ning Moqing stopped her.

"Ran out at home?"

"Using toilet paper instead?"

An Xiaowei wanted to die of shame! What kind of questions were these?!

Her face flamed red. Before she could react, Ning Moqing grabbed her hand, giving her no chance to protest.

"Come on, you’re not a kid anymore. No need to be shy."

An Xiaowei was practically dragged to Ning Moqing’s place. The Ning family was well-off—they’d bought her an apartment back in college.

She lived nearby, conveniently close to An Wan’s home.

An Wan only had two assistants with her on set this time, so Ning Moqing wasn’t too worried.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, uncomfortably bright. An Xiaowei’s mood was complicated—she never imagined she’d end up at another girl’s house just to...

change a pad.

Hah.

How dramatic.

"Go change first. I’ll get you some hot water. Oh, and stick this on—just don’t put it directly on your skin." Ning Moqing pulled a heating pad from under the coffee table and gave An Xiaowei a soft smile.

Her smile was breathtaking—eyes shimmering, cheeks faintly flushed, a natural and effortless charm.

An Xiaowei froze for a second before numbly accepting the heating pad.

"Why the hesitation? Hurry up and change. Unless... you want me to do it for you?" Ning Moqing’s offhand remark made An Xiaowei nearly jump out of her skin. She immediately bolted to the bathroom.

Ugh! What kind of outrageous thing was that to say?!

But still...

Was she really going to change this thing in another girl’s house?

An Xiaowei stared at the pad in her hand, gritted her teeth, yanked down her pants, swiftly swapped it out, and tossed the old one into the trash—all in one smooth motion.

(Though, to be fair, she’d googled "how to use sanitary pads" before leaving.)

This was... so. damn. hard.