"What is there to look at?"
Leng Yu Yan, both embarrassed and awkward, snatched the menstruation bag and stuffed it into her bosom.
Strangely, it had clearly been packed in her wallet inside the horse carriage; how did it come out?
She rummaged through the bundle again, only then noticing that the wallet's opening was loose. Perhaps in the rush of packing in the carriage, she had failed to secure it tightly.
Ye Yiheng stood still on the spot.
What had he done wrong?
At this moment, he dared not ask and felt it improper to inquire what that item was for.
Recalling the white chest binder he had touched on her bed before, Ye Yiheng pinched his forehead; why were women's garments so bizarre?
Leng Yu Yan put on her outer garment and hastened outside.
Ye Yiheng tilted his head to look and saw her heading toward the latrine, his handsome face instantly flushing with a thin layer of red.
He seemed to understand...
Yet he was unsure.
