The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 453 Uncomfortable

"Yaoyao?" He yelled while lying down, his voice was dry and hoarse, he cleared his throat and yelled again, "Yaoyao?" Then he sat up and lifted the quilt out of bed.

Meng Yao was taking a shower, her face was ugly.

"Yaoyao?" Qiao Yiyuan saw the light here, raised his hand and knocked on the frosted glass door.

Hearing what he said, Meng Yao turned off the water, reached out for the bathrobe and put it on, then took off the headgear and put it aside, only then did she realize that she forgot to bring in all the things she needed.

Look down at yourself, going out is not only embarrassing but also risks staining the floor.

"I'm inside." She replied, took off the dirty pajama pants and hurriedly put them on, then lowered her head and carefully tied the belt of the bathrobe.

Her words sounded weak, Qiao Yiyuan felt puzzled, and was about to open the door again, when she came out wearing a bathrobe and pajama pants, her outfit was so weird.

He moved his eyes from her body to her face, and found that her complexion was very bad. He stretched out his hand and pulled her to the front, stroked her left cheek with his right palm, and examined her pale face with his eyes, "Uncomfortable?"

She nodded slightly, and smiled weakly at him, "Well... I'm a bit inconvenient, Fourth Brother Qiao, can you go back to bed and turn your back to not look at it?"

Hearing this, he looked at her clothes again, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, today's NO.13...

"I'll ask the waiter to bring you hot water later, and then I'll take some painkillers." After speaking, he bent over and picked her up and walked towards the bed.

She cried out in terror, "I can't sit on the bed yet."

He stopped but didn't let her down, looked down at her with a bad face, "Why?"

A touch of pink finally appeared on her pale face, she lowered her head uncomfortably and whispered, "I haven't put anything on yet..."

Meng Yao couldn't help covering her face, God... she actually told him such a private thing, where's her face?Where is the face?Where is the face?
A trace of unnaturalness flashed across his handsome face, and he gently placed her on the edge of the bed to sit down, and what he said was very boyfriend.

"If it's dirty, ask the waiter to change the sheets. What do you need? Do you have anything in your suitcase?" He walked to her suitcase as he spoke, and when he turned around and saw that she was about to move, he pointed to her feet with his left hand, "Sit still and don't move." " Hua Luo knelt down and opened her suitcase.

Meng Yao felt that menstruation was a very private matter for girls, and it was really embarrassing to ask a grown man to help.But now that he is her boyfriend, it is reasonable to see her uncomfortable and take the initiative to help, and he is considerate, but if he rejects his kindness in person, he is afraid that it will hurt his heart...

Feeling in a dilemma, Meng Yao secretly bit her lip and could only watch him open the suitcase.

It was all women's belongings, and Qiao Yiyuan felt embarrassed when he saw it. After all, it was a girl's suitcase. It would be disrespectful to a lady's privacy to open it, but this is a girlfriend's thing, and she needs help now, so... No invasion of privacy intended.

The space was instantly plunged into an indescribable atmosphere that had never existed between them.

"I need...underpants and sanitary napkins." Meng Yao took the initiative to break the situation, and said the following words almost in her mouth.

But Qiao Yiyuan still understood, thanks to the long-term relationship, otherwise he really wouldn't know what she said.

Seeing him pull out a pair of beige underwear, Meng Yao's pale face had already been burned into a smoking red iron, she ran to snatch it, turned around and ran into the bathroom regardless of the pain in her lower abdomen.

With a "touch", the frosted glass door closed.

(End of this chapter)