Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Hard work pays off.

Shen Mingchao felt that his training had begun to show results after a period of time.

This should have been a happy occasion, but today, while she was running, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.

I was startled.

I remembered something very important.

Having stayed inside the bronze door for so long, she lost her sense of time and didn't even know when her period would start.

I thought I had eaten too many mushrooms.

That's bad.

She's the kind of person who gets menstrual cramps easily if she's not careful.

Looks like today's exercise will have to be suspended.

Shen Mingchao walked over, clutching his lower abdomen.

"I just realized I've started my period. My stomach hurts, and I feel weak all over. I probably can't run today."

Zhang Qilin blinked, then straightened up, thought for a moment, and turned to sling his bag over his shoulder.

"I'm going to gather herbs."

"Oh—no need." Shen Mingchao didn't expect Zhang Qiling to be so efficient. She took out a medicine box from her bag and showed it to Zhang Qiling.

"No need for that, I have medicine."

She was worried about any unexpected situations, so Bu Moufen always carried it with her.

After quickly taking the medicine, Shen Mingchao pulled out a sanitary napkin from his bag.

I'm going out for a bit.

After saying that, Shen Mingchao left in a hurry without paying attention to Zhang Qilin's reaction.

It's not that it's shameful; it's a normal physiological phenomenon, and there's nothing to be ashamed of.

If she doesn't hurry up, she'll get the tea leaves dirty and won't have any left to change into!

Kuchazi——

Don't die for your cause!

There is an even more serious problem.

She didn't bring many sanitary napkins, and if she ran out, she would have to resort to the most primitive strips of cloth, just like the ancients.

Damn! This is just too awful.

Enraged, Shen Mingchao insulted the God of Time Travel for the nth time.

On the way back, Shen Mingchao spotted a cluster of flickering flames from a great distance.

Upon closer inspection, I discovered a pot resting on the fire, with water bubbling inside.

As soon as Shen Mingchao sat down, a bowl of hot water was brought to him.

Water vapor rose in wisps like white smoke, shrouding the youth in a thin veil.

Her beauty is even more striking in the hazy light.

Shen Mingchao had to admit that Zhang Qilin did indeed have the ability to make people fall in love at first sight.

The allure of beauty somewhat soothed her wounded heart.

She took the bowl and thanked him softly.

The warm water went down my throat without being too hot, which must have been left to cool down for a long time before the temperature was just right.

Sipping the water, I felt warm all over.

I'll remind you next time.

Zhang Qilu said abruptly.

Shen Mingchao was taken aback by his words: "A reminder about what?"

The air fell silent for a moment.

Zhang Qilin looked over, his expression somewhat unnatural, but he still managed to utter two words.

"day."

They really are very economical with words.

Shen Mingchao racked his brains and finally understood Zhang Qiyu's implication.

The days—the days of her menstrual period.

She could never have forgotten something so important, but there was no day or night inside the bronze door, and anyone who came would be confused.

I never expected Zhang Qilan to pay attention to such details.

With someone else doing the work, Shen Mingchao abandoned the clumsy method of counting by carving words on the ground with stones.

"Then I'll leave it to you, idol."

Due to Shen Mingchao's special circumstances, Zhang Qilin very kindly granted Shen Mingchao a seven-day leave.

As the saying goes, no one dislikes a holiday.

In a moment of impulsiveness, Shen Mingchao cheered and waved his arms as he lunged at Zhang Qilin.

Then they came up empty-handed.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Qilin had moved a step away from her.

The speed was astonishing; Shen Mingchao only felt a gust of wind sweep past his side.

Upon closer inspection, there was no one there.

"???"

A strange feeling crept into Shen Mingchao's heart.

Filled with confusion, Shen Mingchao tentatively took another step toward Zhang Qiyu.

Seeing that the other person didn't move, she took another step.

When they were almost touching, Shen Mingchao narrowed his eyes and stretched out his arms with lightning speed.

Sneak attack!

I didn't steal it.

The man seemed to have activated Flash, darting away two miles in a flash, leaving no trace.

Shen Mingchao was dumbfounded.

Seriously, was her hug really that scary?

Are we going to pretend to be the positive and negative poles of a magnet?

The time Shen Mingchao spent with Zhang Qiyu wasn't long, but it was enough for him to discover a problem.

Zhang Qilin seemed to particularly dislike physical contact with her. Even if there was any touching, he would quickly move away.

One or two times is a coincidence.

How many times has this happened?

Shen Mingchao was completely baffled.

Why? OCD? A desire for cleanliness? A preference for chastity?

Shen Mingyue never said that Zhang Qilin was someone who paid such close attention to the boundaries between men and women.

No, at Zhang Qilin's age, she could be old enough to be her ancestor. Wasn't the respect she expressed obvious enough?

We can't really kowtow to Zhang Qilin, can we?

Then she'll have to ask for red envelopes during holidays.

If you really can't figure it out, then don't make things difficult for yourself, just ask directly.

"Idol, you don't dislike me, right?"

Before Zhang Qilin could speak, she answered her own question.

"Actually, I can tell that you don't dislike me. A person's true feelings are reflected in their daily behavior."

"You see, this bowl of hot water says it all."

"We met by chance, you could have just left me alone."

After calmly finishing his statement, Shen Mingchao took a deep breath and drew a conclusion.

"Then there's only one possibility."

Shen Mingchao raised his head, looking up at Zhang Qilan with unwavering gaze and a firm tone: "You don't like physical contact with me, do you?"

"..."

Zhang Qilin's eyes were half-closed, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Silence is often the answer.

The man's slightly longer hair fell across his forehead, just enough to obscure the increasingly dark glint in his eyes.

Shen Mingchao subtly sensed an increasing pressure from an invisible force.

This likely infringes on the other party's privacy.

Shen Mingchao quickly changed his tune, smoothing things over: "Never mind, I was just acting on a whim. Maybe I'm overthinking it."

Zhang Qilin remained silent.

After a while, he picked up the knife and walked straight into the depths of the thick fog.

What should I say to her?

Should I tell her that the moment I came into contact with her, all I saw was her dazzlingly white skin?

If I were to slow down even slightly, certain places I shouldn't be looking at would be completely exposed to him.

Zhang Qilin stood upright like a pine tree, facing the "Ultimate". As he looked into the abyss, the abyss also looked into him.

A beast-like growl came through the air, deafeningly loud, as if it were a warning to him.

Those who live to immortality, knowing full well the dangers ahead, why do they not avoid them?

Yes, why not avoid it?