Although Sheng Qianxia really disliked Ou Yimo, she knew how agonizing menstrual pain could be, having experienced it herself quite intensely.
So, she said, "…I'll get you a cup of hot water."
Ou Yimo grabbed her and said, "Cousin, could you help me get some sanitary pads first?"
Sheng Qianxia looked at Ou Yimo. On such an important occasion as the patriarch's seventieth birthday, Ou Yimo having a mishap would indeed be terribly desperate.
"Alright, wait for me a moment."
"By the way…could you also grab some painkillers for me? And my dress is stained as well…" Ou Yimo said, "I have a backup gown in the guest room on the second floor, at the far end. Could you bring it down for me too?"
"The gown is on the nightstand, still unopened. The painkillers are in the top drawer of the nightstand, and the sanitary pads are in the bottom drawer."
Ou Yimo said this all in one breath, leaving Sheng Qianxia little choice but to agree, so she nodded.
