Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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His tone was very heavy. The angle at which Lin Shizhen raised his head could see that his handsome face sank, and he was as cold as a knife.

As soon as she said it was uncomfortable, his whole face changed.

"Well, my stomach hurts."

Fu Qinglun pulled back his hand, "I'll call the doctor ..."

"Fu Qinglun!"

When Fu Qinglun looked back, he saw the woman clenching his pajamas tightly with a few light fingers, "Don't call a doctor, I'll cycle."

Here comes the cycle.

Fu Qinglun opened the silk quilt, and her eyes fell between her legs.

Her two long white legs were joined together, but blood flowed from her tender white roots.

Fu Qinglun's black pupils shrank, his throat was terribly dry, and his brain shook fifteen years ago. Red blood dripped from the roots of the little girl's legs.

"I have a tampon in my suitcase. You can get it for me, and then take a clean pair of underpants." Lin Shiquan was helpless.

The cold sweat on her forehead was increasing, her stomach had never been so painful, the colic made her feel weak, and she was tortured by him all night.

When a person is sick, he is particularly weak.

Fu Qinglun quickly recollected, he opened her suitcase and found the pack of tampons. "What should I do?"

He is a man and has no experience in caring for women.

"Give me." Lin Shizhen held out his small hand.

Fu Qinglun handed her underpants and tampons.

Lin Shihuan was lying pale on the bed, and put the tampon on his underwear.

At this moment, she felt wet and warm between her legs. It was Fu Qinglun who took a hot towel from the bath room and helped her clean up.

She didn't let the man take care of her experience either. She had bitten her lower lip with her pale white teeth, and buried her small face in the pillow. "Okay, don't wipe it."

Fu Qinglun threw the towel back into the basin, and put clean underwear on her.

"I'm here, you sleep for a while."

He pulled the silk high, covering her naked-exposed tenderness, and whispered.

Lin Shizhen closed her eyes weakly like a small yellow flower that had just been wiped out.

...

in the room.

The woman fell asleep, her shallow breathing sounded faintly, and then a "ding bell" sounded, and the doorbell of the room rang.

Fu Qinglun pulled out his long legs and walked open the door. Tang Moer and Huo Beichen stood outside the door.

"Fu Shao, Shi Yan ..."

Before Tang Mor's words were finished, he saw Fu Qinglun frowning his sword eyebrows. He put his long fingers on the scarlet lips and made a "hush" silence.

He lowered his voice. "Shi Yan hasn't got up yet."

Tang Moer, "..."

Huo Beichen quickly raised the evil peach eyes, "Tang Moer, I won."

"..."

Tang Moer looked over the shoulder of the man Ying Ting and looked into the room, but he didn't see anything. The man was blocked by the door god, and he didn't let her see anything.

This big vinegar jar.

"Fu Shao, Shi Yan ... are you okay?"

Fu Qinglun Jun's face was faint and he kept his face secret. Lin Shizhen came to the cycle. He was unwilling to take out such a thing and tell others, even Tang Moer would not do it.

Huo Beichen really felt that Tang Moer was talking nonsense, and he asked, "Brother Qinglun, what kind of breakfast do you want to eat, I asked my servant to bring the breakfast into the room."

"No need." Fu Qinglun closed the door directly and set the door mode to DND.

Tang Moer outside the door, "..."