Chapter 12 Why did my brother spank me?

The touch under the palm is warm and soft.

Through a thin layer of pajamas, you can clearly feel the girl's flat belly, rising and falling slightly with her breathing.

The nerves in Jiang Michuan's head suddenly tightened, and he was about to withdraw his hand, but the little guy in the quilt directly hugged his arm, and pressed his whole body against him, sobbing and crying,

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Jiang Jian Chuan, my stomach hurts so much..."

The soft touch pressed tightly against his arm, and Jiang Michuan gradually tightened his lip line.

Because of the unconscious exertion, you can still see clear bulging muscles and veins on his stretched forearms.

Jiang Michuan made a weak fist under the quilt and mentally built himself up for several seconds before opening his palm again, covering her belly, and controlled his strength to rub her belly.

He was always very patient and the intensity of the rubbing was just right.

Such easy control comes from his many years of care, and he already knows what the little girl's body can tolerate.

Cheng Xiaoyue groaned intermittently, and her frown gradually relaxed, as if the pain had been relieved.

Seeing this, Jiang Jianchuan breathed a sigh of relief. However, as soon as he was about to withdraw his hand, the little clingy spirit immediately entangled him again, clinging to his hand like a waterweed.

Jiang Jianchuan was so helpless that he could only raise his hand to touch her face and coaxed in a low voice,

"I'll get you some hot water."

Cheng Xiaoyue was sleepy and confused. She pursed her lips and said nothing, but held his arm tightly. She let go, looking pitiful as if she would soon be unable to leave him.

Although Jiang Michuan could not sympathize with the problem of dysmenorrhea, he had seen female classmates with dysmenorrhea sit in the air-conditioned room during class and still endured the pain until large beads of sweat continued to fall from their foreheads.

At that moment he knew that girls' menstrual cramps can be mild or severe, so when he looked at Cheng Xiaoyue who was too clingy because of the pain, he felt a little unbearable.

He sighed softly and had no choice but to pick her up from the bed, carry her with him as he walked out of the room, and went to the living room to pour hot water for her.

Cheng Xiaoyue was carried into the kitchen by him, and sat on the island table with a sleepy look. He drank a large glass of hot water and finally felt that the pain in her stomach was relieved.

The discomfort in her body was relieved for a moment. Cheng Xiaoyue tilted her head and leaned against him as if she had no bones. She rested her chin on the crook of his neck and closed her eyes weakly.

Although Cheng Xiaoyue often used this posture to lean on him and Cheng Shu when she was a child, now that the little girl is 15 years old, Jiang Michuan subconsciously wants to push her away.

But before he touched her shoulder, and worried about her discomfort, he paused as soon as he raised his hand.

After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Jianchuan helplessly held her shoulder with one hand and freed up his other hand to send a message to Cheng Shu.

[Jiang Mikawa]: Your sister is not feeling well. Come back quickly.

....

It took Cheng Shu 20 minutes to rush home.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Emikawa sitting on the sofa.

The little girl closed her eyes tightly, tilted her head and lay on his shoulder, as if she had passed away.

Cheng Shu was startled and ran in without even bothering to change his shoes. He stared at him in disbelief,

"Did you kill my sister?"

Jiang Jianchuan: "???"

Jiang Jianchuan: "..."

He She stared at him speechlessly for a few seconds, then sighed quietly,

"Don't worry, if you wake up in the morning, the future is bright."

Cheng Shu: "???"

He was confused, and when he saw Cheng Xiaoyue lying there motionless, he said inexplicably,

"Then what's wrong now? Are you asleep?"

Jiang Jianchuan hummed and added calmly,

"I can sleep at night, which is outstanding."

Cheng Shu: "..."

He rushed back in a hurry just to listen to him stand-up comedy?

Although Jiang Jianchuan was quite reliable in his work, Cheng Shu still felt uneasy and stretched out his hand to check Cheng Xiaoyue's breath, and then he breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was indeed alive.

He glanced at the sleeping girl a few more times and asked in confusion,

"What's going on?"

He heard that Cheng Xiaoyue was not feeling well, so he rushed back without stopping. But looking at it now, this little girl is obviously still alive and well?

Jiang Jianchuan supported Cheng Xiaoyue's swaying head, then stood up, bent down again, and picked up the sleeping little girl on the sofa.

He pushed Cheng Xiaoyue into Cheng Shu's arms, then raised his eyes to look at him, and responded lightly,

"Menstrual cramps."

Cheng Shu caught her off guard and blinked in confusion.

After reacting for a few seconds, he lowered his eyes and looked at Cheng Xiaoyue, who was sleeping like a pig in his arms. It seemed that he had not thought that the half-grown person in his arms was actually a girl who was menstruating.

He was secretly surprised, but soon remembered that Cheng Xiaoyue was 15 years old and was indeed about to reach adulthood.

Time is really magical. It seems like in the blink of an eye, that babbling little baby bag has grown up unexpectedly.

Because he was not mentally prepared, Cheng Shu was slightly startled. Then he looked up and saw Jiang Jianchuan walking towards the entrance, ready to change his shoes and go home.

He quickly supported Cheng Xiaoyue who was hanging on him and asked subconsciously, "Are you leaving now?"

Jiang Jianchuan didn't even raise his head and just changed his shoes,

"What else?"

It was almost 12 o'clock. If Unless the situation was urgent, he wouldn't have been alone with other girls for more than an hour. It would be even more inappropriate not to leave.

Cheng Shu said sadly, sounding half-understood. But Jiang Michuan had no intention of continuing to explain to him.

Leaving the confused Cheng Shu behind, Jiang Jianchuan did not stay at Cheng's house for long. He quickly returned to his home, changed his shoes, walked into the room, took his clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

His bathroom has a completely different style from Cheng Xiaoyue's. There is no extra decoration at all, and it is all gray and white.

Jiang Michuan took off his clothes and was about to throw them on the sink when he suddenly saw a little blood on his house pants.

It's menstrual blood.

Jiang Michuan lowered his eyelashes and stared at the small stain for a long time.

Then he soaked the clothes in warm water, squeezed some of the laundry detergent he used to wash his underwear on, and silently rubbed them clean.

After cleaning up, Emikawa walked into the shower room.

The sound of gurgling water soon sounded, and a vague layer of mist covered the glass door.

In the closed environment, there was an ambiguous emotion growing. It was broken by the sound of water, and then quietly grew into one, filling his chest in an instant.

Jiang Michuan lowered his head and watched the water droplets slipping from his fingertips.

I don't know how long it took before I took my thoughts back.

He silently turned off the shower and walked out, wiped his body casually with a towel, and put on loose home clothes.

After sitting in front of the computer and doing some homework, he lay down quietly on the bed before his hair was dry, closed his eyes and got rid of distracting thoughts.

....

The summer nights are long.

The moonlight cast a clear light, quietly moving from one end of the room to the other.

The person lying in bed did not sleep so soundly.

Jiang Mikawa is a very self-disciplined person. The result of self-discipline is that he eats and sleeps regularly, so he is rarely troubled by dreams.

But tonight, the messy dream trapped him deeply.

First, he dreamed that when he was a child, Cheng Xiaoyue was taken downstairs to play. When he turned around, he saw her hanging precariously on a tree trunk.

Jiang Michuan was so anxious in his dream that he finally picked her up from the tree, raised his hand and slapped her on the butt.

However, the original burst of crying did not happen. In the quiet environment, everything seemed to have suddenly and silently changed its trajectory and embarked on another development direction.

The picture seemed to freeze, and in the next second, the surrounding environment suddenly changed from a bright spring garden to a girl's warm and clean bedroom.

He was stunned for a moment and looked down at the little girl lying on his lap.

The girl's small body is still as familiar as in memory, but when she looks back, she looks like a slim, bright and beautiful 15-year-old.

Because of her lying position, her buttocks were raised upright, and his palm covered it before he could even take it back.

The touch through a layer of fabric was obvious, warm, round, soft, and gradually getting hot under his palm.

Jiang Michuan's breathing suddenly stagnated, and then he saw the little man lying on his lap blinking his eyes, and asked him in a sweet and soft voice,

"Brother, why did you spank me?"