Chapter 11 It hurts

. Cheng Xiaoyue immediately covered her head and pretended to be pitiful again.

But Jiang Michuan didn't give her any more room to show off her acting skills. He casually took her Chinese textbook from the side and prepared to check and recite it for her.

The textbook was spread out in his hand, and he held the pages in his other hand and opened them.

The man's palms are broad, the veins on the back of his hands are slightly undulating, and his strong and slender knuckles are pressed against the spine of the book, giving him an inexplicable restrained and youthful sexiness.

Cheng Xiaoyue stared at his hand blankly, feeling lost in thought for a moment.

Are these the hands of a man? It seemed very different from hers.

If you grab the sheets with such hands...

Cheng Xiaoyue's palms were slightly sweaty, and her throat suddenly felt thirsty and itchy.

The blood all over her body seemed to be burning and rushing through her body, but she didn't understand where this subtle impulse came from.

She was stunned for a long time, and she couldn't recover for a while, until Jiang Jianchuan suddenly glanced at her and asked in a loose and normal tone,

"What are you doing?"

Cheng Xiaoyue suddenly woke up, and her face turned red. Subconsciously, I retorted first, "No."

This sentence should have no beginning and no end. I don't know if it means that I didn't do anything, or that I didn't want to do anything.

Her little face was slightly hot, and she didn't dare to look into his eyes, for fear that the fact that she had just peeked at his hands would be considered blasphemous and offensive by him.

Seeing her averting her eyes, Jiang Michuan felt that it was very difficult for girls of her age to understand their thoughts, so he didn't pursue it. He just pushed the textbook in front of her and stood up,

"Recite it yourself first, I'll go to the bathroom."

. . ..

Ruiyuan is a famous luxury area in Jiangnan University. All units are large flat floors, and each room naturally has its own bathroom.

Jiang Jianchuan has known the Cheng family for so long. Sometimes when the Cheng family's parents are away, he temporarily acts as a free nanny, cooking meals for Cheng Xiaoyue and watching TV with her for a while.

The two were as close as real brothers and sisters, but he always had a sense of propriety and never used the bathroom in Xiaoyue's room.

He just planned to wash his hands today, so he didn't think much about anything else and directly opened the bathroom door in her room.

The lights in the bathroom came on, and Jiang Mikawa casually took off his watch and prepared to put it on the sink.

However, before the metal watch strap touched the marble countertop, his movements suddenly stopped.

On the milky white countertop, there are a few sanitary napkins scattered around that were opened in a hurry and not put away in time.

The pink packaging bag is particularly eye-catching on the wide countertop.

Jiang Michuan had never paid attention to what girls' products looked like, and he didn't seem to have expected that Cheng Xiaoyue had already reached the age of menstruation. It was normal to have these things in the bathroom.

The visual impact made him stunned for a moment, as if he had accidentally glimpsed the girl's little secret.

Separated by a wall, the bathroom was very quiet, and the air seemed to be filled with the faint fragrance of the girl after taking a bath the night before.

Jiang Michuan's Adam's apple twitched slightly, and he deliberately averted his eyes from looking at the things on the counter. He washed his hands in a hurry, opened the bathroom door and walked out.

Cheng Xiaoyue was still sitting on the window sill with her textbook in her arms, memorizing the text. The dim aperture of the desk lamp illuminated her side face cleanly and softly.

When she heard the door open, she raised her head and raised her hand as if to take credit, indicating that she had memorized an article and could let him check it.

However, Jiang Jianchuan did not go in again. He just stood at the door and said to her calmly,

"Carry it by yourself. I'm going back."

Cheng Xiaoyue: "???"

...

From Cheng Xiaoyue's perspective, Jiang Jianchuan Chuan's reaction today was actually very strange.

First, he said he wanted to check her homework, but when she finally memorized the text, he left without looking back.

This man had a knack for going back on his word, and Cheng Xiaoyue couldn't help but murmur in her heart.

But she didn't think much about it. Jiang Michuan stopped checking her recitation, and she was just happy.

So after putting down her textbooks, she rushed to the living room with her cell phone in hand, dug out a bag of potato chips and candied fruits from the cabinet, then secretly took a bottle of happy water from the refrigerator, and lay down happily on the sofa.

When parents are not at home, the joy of eating snacks is doubled.

Cheng Xiaoyue was watching TV, drinking soda, and stuffing a few potato chips into her mouth from time to time. Her life was as comfortable as a god's.

When the time reached 10 o'clock, Cheng Xiaoyue knew from experience that they would be back soon. She immediately turned off the TV and ran to the kitchen to find a wet towel to wipe the back of the TV. Then she packed up the snack packages on the coffee table and slipped back to the bedroom. A good kid who pretends to go to bed on time.

The summer in the Jiangcheng area is unbearably hot. Even in late summer, the nights are still humid and muggy.

Cheng Xiaoyue was so hot that she turned on the air conditioner to 24 degrees, then wrapped herself in a quilt and lay on the bed, tossing and turning, trying to get sleepy.

The soft goose down quilt is like a light cloud. Cheng Xiaoyue likes this soft touch the most. She usually falls asleep quickly as soon as she lies in it.

However, today, after she had been lying down for more than ten minutes, she felt a faint feeling of distension in her stomach, and it became more severe every time. The pain soon made her break out in a cold sweat.

Cheng Xiaoyue tried her best to curl up, but there was still no relief. Soon her feet were so sore that she could hardly sit up.

There is no one at home, and the drinking water dispenser is in the kitchen.

Cheng Xiaoyue wanted to drink hot water to calm down, but she was too weak to support her body.

She endured it with difficulty for a while, but finally couldn't hold it any longer. She took out her cell phone from under the pillow with trembling hands and sent a message to Emikawa, who lived next door.

[Ms. Cheng who can pick up the stars]: Brother, I have a stomachache.

Not long after this message was sent, the doorbell rang at the door.

Cheng Xiaoyue was sweating coldly, lying on the bed and listening to the doorbell ringing over and over again.

After a while, the door was suddenly opened.

Jiang Jichuan knew the Cheng family's password, but this was the first time he used the password to enter directly.

A wall lamp was lit in the living room, and a thin layer of frost fell on the dim yellow light.

He changed his shoes and strode in. He saw the door of the second room in the corridor was ajar. He was about to reach out and push it open, but he paused uncomfortably the next second.

He loosened his grip on the doorknob, flexed his knuckles with his backhand, stood outside the door, knocked, and called out tentatively,

"Porridge?"

No one answered, but he could faintly hear a fragile voice. There was a muffled groan, as if the pain was unbearable.

Jiang Jianchuan's heart tightened and he opened the door without hesitation.

A small night light was on in the room, and the cold white light as cold as water poured onto the big bed. A small bulging hill in the middle was trembling slightly.

Jiang Mikawa walked over and turned on the desk lamp, and the bright light suddenly shone on the little girl's pale face.

She looked up at him hastily, her face was pale, her lips were bloodless, and her forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. She looked weak and pitiful.

The temperature inside the room was obviously much cooler than outside. Jiang Jianchuan subconsciously looked up at the air conditioner, picked up the remote control on the table to increase the temperature, and then lowered his head to touch her forehead to confirm whether she had a fever.

"What's going on?"

Cheng Xiaoyue wrapped the quilt tightly. Looking at him eagerly, he said honestly,

"I have menstrual cramps."

Jiang Michuan had already expected this to be the reason. But Cheng Xiaoyue never seemed to have suffered from dysmenorrhea for so many years, so Jiang Jianchuan frowned slightly and said,

"Did you drink soda secretly?"

"...Hmm."

Cheng Xiaoyue shrank into the quilt, revealing only a pair of big dark eyes. Looking at him pitifully.

She knew that Jiang Michuan was more soft-hearted than her brother, and as long as she looked pitiful, he would be reluctant to hurt her.

However, this time, Jiang Jianchuan stared at her unmoved, his face frighteningly cold.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his house pants rubbing against her sky-blue sheets, making a slight sound.

Jiang Jianchuan's lips were pursed tightly. Although he felt distressed, he was still rude and said,

"You're just going to hurt your body as soon as no one cares about you, right? You're 15 years old, can you save people some peace of mind?"

This is Cheng Xiaoyue The first time I was reprimanded by him was when I was suffering from menstrual cramps.

When people are in pain, their psychological defenses are especially fragile.

Normally Cheng Shu might be so cruel to her, but today the person who was lecturing her was Jiang Jianchuan, and Cheng Xiaoyue was suddenly stunned.

She blinked and quickly realized what she had done was really wrong. But when he reprimanded her in such a cold tone, she still subconsciously felt a sore nose,

"Jiang Mikawa, you are so fierce!"

She was already cute and well-behaved, and coupled with her physical discomfort, her droopy eyes made her look ugly. There is a sense of innocence, and there is also a grievance in his voice, which is hard not to make people feel soft.

Jiang Jianchuan moved his Adam's apple slightly, stretched out his hand to pull up the quilt for her, and said in a strong tone,

"If you don't be cruel, can you learn a lesson?"

Cheng Xiaoyue had mist in her eyes, and her voice was thin and weak, with a little bit of tininess. Nasal voice,

"I've learned my lesson."

Jiang Michuan was most afraid of her crying. Seeing the choking in her voice, he finally couldn't hold on any longer.

She had to slow down her voice and ask in a low voice,

"Where does it hurt?"

Cheng Xiaoyue blinked and finally stopped sobbing.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she reached out from the quilt and grabbed his wrist hanging by the bed.

Her palm was small and soft, and it felt cool against his wrist, making Jiang Michuan slightly stunned.

The next second, his hand was led by her into the quilt, and he was suddenly covered with a piece of warm softness.

Along with the girl's thick nasal voice, he heard her crying voice saying,

"It hurts here."