Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Hokey.” Luo Sang turned and walked out. She had goosebumps all over her body.

Forty minutes later, Nian Junting came out of the kitchen with a bowl of burned chicken soup and a potful of half-cooked rice.

Even Yan Su couldn’t bear watching this. “Mr. Nian, you’re not going to make us eat that, are you?”

“Not you, all this is for my Luo.” Nian Junting looked Luo Sang in the eyes lovingly and said, “But this is all burned. I don’t know what to do. However, I’ve tried very hard. Look, my hands are burned.” While speaking, he showed Luo Sang his red hands.

Luo Sang was speechless. Nian Junting was trying to earn her compassion…

Lu Kang smiled and joined the conversation. “Mr. Nian, don’t worry. Miss Xu knew that you wouldn’t be able to do it, so she asked me to order takeout.”

“Good. I can’t let my Luo be hungry.” Nian Junting nodded.

Before he continued talking, Lu Kang kicked him under the table and whispered, “Mr. Nian, have you forgotten that Miss Nian said you should talk less?”

Nian Junting didn’t understand. Why couldn’t he talk? His voice sounded like a cello. However, he still decided to listen to Nian Xi for now.

Soon after, the food was delivered. Nian Junting attentively put food onto Luo Sang’s plate without saying another word.

After dinner, Luo Sang reviewed her lessons in her bedroom. Nian Junting continued working in the kitchen. At last, he brought Luo Sang a bowl of lotus seed soup with white fungus. The lotus seeds weren’t fully cooked, but it was not unacceptable. Luo Sang felt flattered.

At ten o’clock at night, Luo Sang went out to pour herself some water and saw that Nian Junting had quietly spread a blanket out on the couch.

“It’s late, go home. Don’t sleep here.” Luo Sang couldn’t help but say to him, “Su is here. You’re a man. She’ll feel awkward if you sleep here.”

“You’re bleeding. It’s serious. I’m worried about you.” Nian Junting blinked and said, “I know you won’t let me in your room, so I’ll sleep outside. I won’t bother you.”

Was he trying to earn compassion again? Luo Sang felt very helpless. “It’s just my period, no big deal.”

“It’s a small thing for you, but it’s a big deal for me.” Nian Junting laid down on the short couch.

“Alright, alright. You can go sleep in my room.” Luo Sang couldn’t bear watching this.

Nian Junting curled his legs and said, “No, I won’t bother you.”

“…Whatever.” Luo Sang poured herself a glass of water, then went back into her bedroom.

Her period on the first day was extra heavy. When she got up the next morning, she found that her panties were stained with blood. She glumly put on a new pair. The dirty pair couldn’t be washed immediately, so she soaked them in water. However, when she had finished breakfast, she found that Nian Junting was washing her dirty panties. Her brain was buzzing, as she felt that all her blood had gushed into her head.

“What are you doing!?” She reached over the basin, her face scarlet. “Who allowed you to wash this?”

“I’m helping you.” Nian Junting didn’t understand.

Luo Sang was going to collapse. Even though he had kissed her most private body area, she still couldn’t let a man touch her underwear, especially her panties.

“They’re dirty!” she said.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m washing them,” he replied.

“It’s static blood.” Luo Sang flushed with shame.

“Yeah, what’s the difference between static blood and fresh blood?” Nian Junting calmly leaned over the basin and continued washing the panties. “What’s the big deal? When I was a soldier, I often got injured and bled. It’s about the same.”

Luo Sang didn’t know what to say. Watching Nian Junting washing her panties, she couldn’t tell if she should feel more touched or embarrassed.