On the hospital bed, Long Linger had an IV drip hanging from her arm; she was still unconscious, though the blush on her small face had faded significantly. Yeh Huang was holding a sanitary pad, struggling fiercely inside.
When it came to women's bodies, he had only seen the upper body, and even then, the most detailed part he had seen was Long Linger's upper body. Moreover, just seeing her upper body had already overwhelmed him, and the thought of changing her sanitary pad was an even more terrifying challenge.
In all his years, it was the first time he had encountered such an embarrassing situation.
Although he frequently claimed to be Long Linger's guardian, he knew well he wasn't! Many times, he found it impossible to stay focused.
Furthermore, the troublesome fact was, Long Linger was no longer a child; she was already eighteen, her body had developed just like a mature woman.
