"Be careful not to catch a cold."
"Listen, otherwise you’ll have stomach pains later." He had looked it up online and found that if you catch a cold during your period, it can easily lead to painful menstruation later on.
This little thing is so afraid of pain; if she doesn’t take care of herself, what will we do when she really starts to suffer?
Wen Xiao’ai had no choice but to put her clothes on.
"Jun Moyan, why do you bleed when you grow up?"
"Why did Xiaocha say you guys don’t bleed? Don’t you have to grow up?"
"Why won’t you die from bleeding so much?"
"Are you really going to let it keep flowing for several days?"
"Why does my stomach hurt when I eat something cold after bleeding?"
"You said if I turned back into a cat, would I still bleed?"
Wen Xiao’ai asked him a dozen questions in quick succession, and Jun Moyan didn’t answer a single one.
"Why aren’t you answering me?"
"... You’ll understand it later."
"Is there anywhere else you feel uncomfortable?"
"Just my stomach." Wen Xiao’ai clutched her little hands and hung her head, her whole demeanor listless.
"It’ll be better in a few days."
A few days, a few days, she felt uncomfortable even for a minute.
"Jun Moyan, I’m unhappy, come a bit closer, give me a hug."
The sobbing in her voice almost melted Jun Moyan’s heart, making him ache for her.
He stepped forward and voluntarily wrapped his arms around her.
Wen Xiao’ai hugged his waist tightly, hoping to draw some energy from him, to see if it would ease her discomfort a bit.
But the energy from Jun Moyan’s body was getting weaker and thinner.
Wen Xiao’ai opened her mouth to ask him about the energy, but she was in such a bad mood, she didn’t feel like talking.
"Jun Moyan, I want a lollipop."
Wen Xiao’ai didn’t expect Jun Moyan to agree so quickly, so she added,
"Two." Her hands hugging his waist subconsciously lifted two little fingers.
After comforting her for a while, Jun Moyan took her to have breakfast.
Seeing her walk awkwardly, afraid to take big steps, Jun Moyan simply carried her downstairs.
Upon entering the dining area, he wanted to set her down on a chair, but Wen Xiao’ai didn’t want to sit, saying she wanted to eat standing up. Get full chapters from noⅴelfire.net
Jun Moyan had no choice but to let her be, hoping she would adapt in a couple of days and feel better.
Xiaocha noticed that Wen Xiao’ai was wearing an extra piece of clothing and was sweating from her forehead. She couldn’t help saying, "Miss Wen, you don’t need to wear so much in this weather. Just cover your belly with a blanket when you sleep."
"Jun Moyan dressed me." Wen Xiao’ai sniffled, her nose still red.
"Oh, oh." Xiaocha glanced at Jun Moyan and then fell silent.
"Jun Moyan, I’m not going to accompany you to work today; I don’t want to walk."
"I’ll stay home with you."
While they were eating, Jun Moyan’s phone rang again. Seeing that it was Jun Wuchen calling, he picked it up.
As expected, it was about Jun Wuyang’s issue.
Jun Moyan still had the same response: if you need medical treatment, seek it yourself.
After breakfast, Jun Moyan took Wen Xiao’ai upstairs.
He wanted to coax her into sleeping, but Wen Xiao’ai refused to lie on the bed.
Jun Moyan then took her to the study and set up the laptop to play Teletubby for her.
Wen Xiao’ai’s mood worsened as she watched.
"I don’t want to watch this; it’s not even a cartoon."
Just when it was difficult to console her, the variety of sweets Qing Yi had ordered arrived, successfully diverting Wen Xiao’ai’s attention.
Jun Moyan brewed some brown sugar water for her and put it in a baby bottle, but Wen Xiao’ai didn’t like it.
Surrounded by those sweets, she nibbled a bit of this and a bit of that.