Chapter 28: Why Are You Crying? Meng Huan wiped away her tears as if possessed…

“Young Master, don’t think about doing anything rash! What will I do if you die?” Wen Xi suddenly burst into tears, lying at the bedside, pulling his hand and refusing to let go.

He was really worried about Meng Huan, and he was also very strong. He pulled him so hard that Meng Huan’s eyes turned white.

Meng Huan angrily pushed him away and shouted, “Let go of me quickly! I was just saying it, you took it seriously. Ouch, you’re pulling my stomach and it hurts!”

Hearing this, Wen Xi was overjoyed and happily let go of him, wiping his tears and complaining, “Young Master, don’t scare me like this again. I am really worried about you…”

“Okay, okay, hurry up and call the physician. My stomach hurts. At least let her treat the pain, right?”

There was nothing wrong with this. Wen Xi himself knew many ways to deal with menstrual cramps without a physician. With a hand warmer and hot water, Meng Huan’s pain was indeed relieved after a while.

This was good. Although he had the right to wander around, he couldn’t go out because of the discomfort caused by his period, which made Meng Huan sigh in bed for a long time.

It wasn’t until the evening when Wen Zhaoyin came and saw him still curled up in bed that she was very surprised. “I heard from the guard at the door that you didn’t go out all day. What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

She sat on the edge of the bed with concern, intending to feel his forehead, but he dodged imperceptibly.

Then Meng Huan said in a low voice, “It’s nothing, I just want to lie down.”

He was a man after all. Although he had become somewhat accustomed to the life in the female-dominant world and his personality had softened a bit, he was still a modern man. How could he have the face to tell a woman that he was on his period? Even if this woman was a native of the female-dominant world, it was not acceptable.

He couldn’t swallow his pride and he couldn’t lose face.

“Nothing? Could it be that you’re thinking about how to escape?” She joked half-seriously.

There was a hint of probing in her words, as well as the intention to joke with him and ease the atmosphere. But Meng Huan didn’t hear the latter meaning and immediately became agitated.

“What do you mean? If you’re afraid I’ll run away, then don’t let me out of the courtyard!”

He sat up and glared back at her. His small frame was heaving with anger, which didn’t look threatening, but rather a bit cute.

Wen Zhaoyin knew that he would get angry if she touched a nerve, and she immediately understood that he really had the intention to run away.

She knew, but didn’t say it explicitly. Instead, she took the opportunity to sit beside him and took his hands that were exposed, “I’m not afraid. I was just saying it casually. Don’t be angry.”

“Why are your hands so cold? They seem to be sweating a bit too…”

Meng Huan quickly tried to withdraw his hands. He really didn’t expect that even after warming them all day, his hands were still so cold. His current constitution was really troublesome.

But his strength was no match for Wen Zhaoyin’s, and his hands didn’t retreat, but were held even tighter by her.

She still had that nonchalant look, but said, “You seemed to have promised before that you wouldn’t be disobedient. Was that a lie?”

Meng Huan didn’t try to escape with force anymore, but just let her hold his hands like that. “No.”

“Don’t overthink it. I’m just a bit uncomfortable. I’ll be fine in a couple of days. Can you not come and bother me these two days?”

What did he mean by bother? Wen Zhaoyin raised her eyebrows in dissatisfaction. She was holding his cold hands, intending to warm them up, and then she thought of what he said about not coming for the next two days. Suddenly, she understood.

“You got your period?”

Meng Huan’s face suddenly turned red with anger. It wasn’t the kind of embarrassed anger, but the feeling that his dignity was being challenged.

“No!” Even if he did, so what? He didn’t accept it! This wasn’t his body! He didn’t want to face these things at all.

Although he was desperately denying it, she still understood. So it was really that. “You’re throwing a tantrum.”

She immediately stood up and pushed him further into the bed, taking off her outer robe and slipping under the covers herself.

Meng Huan thought she was going to do something inappropriate and quickly crawled towards the inside of the bed, saying rapidly, “I really can’t do it. If you force it, I’ll scare you to death.”

He couldn’t even get it up after getting his period. He didn’t believe a woman from the female-dominant world could bring herself to do it after seeing a man menstruate. Wen Zhaoyin shouldn’t be that kinky, right?

Moreover, his stomach was very uncomfortable now, and his waist and back were also sore. Even down there didn’t feel very comfortable. Whether he could get it up or not was debatable.

She wouldn’t give him drugs to satisfy her own desires, would she?

In just the time it took for Wen Zhaoyin to take off her outer robe, lift the quilt, and get in, Meng Huan had imagined many things, and his face had changed several times, which made her laugh.

She covered the quilt properly and patted the spot beside her, looking at him sideways with a barely audible snort from her nose. “What are you thinking? I’m not that kind of person who’s obsessed with pleasure.”

“Come over here. I’ll help you warm up. It’ll make you feel better.”

Could she be so kind-hearted? Every time she came, didn’t she “take care of” him? Meng Huan, with twelve million parts of distrust, inched over bit by bit.

Wen Zhaoyin couldn’t stand watching him crawl as slow as a turtle. She pulled him over and pressed him into her arms, but she indeed did as she said. She only helped him warm up and didn’t do anything else.

At first, Meng Huan found it ridiculous. He was actually lying in a woman’s arms for warmth because he was on his period.

Later, she was really warm, which melted his resistant heart. Moreover, he had been uncomfortable all day and couldn’t sleep. He was very tired. After being warmed by her, he actually fell asleep leaning on her like this.

What he didn’t know was that after he fell asleep, Wen Zhaoyin quietly traced his eyebrows and eyes with her fingertips, revealing a look of love and nostalgia that he had never seen before.

If anyone could see such a look, they would probably fall for her instantly, because she was so deeply affectionate right now.

“Huan Huan.”

“Huan Huan…” Wen Zhaoyin gradually sank into memories.

Recently, the situation in the court had been tense, with civil and military officials forming their own factions, arguing every day about the situation at the border.

Some advocated for peace, some for war, and some were fishing in troubled waters, amassing wealth and selling official positions.

The empress handed over the task of dealing with corrupt officials to her, bypassing the chief ambassador, and she did not let the empress down, weeding out many of the court’s pests.

Everyone in the court said that she was the empress’s lone minister, ruthless, decisive, and impartial…

“Huan Huan, did you see? I’m doing very well and I’m no longer indecisive.”

Actually, she wasn’t like this before, and her personality wasn’t so strong. When she had just come of age, her family arranged for her to marry her primary husband. Although she was resistant in her heart, she still went along with her family’s wishes.

Later, it was this primary husband, whom she initially resisted, who accompanied her growth step by step. Although he didn’t understand court affairs, he taught her how to become a real woman.

He was with her during her most difficult times and even gave birth to a legitimate daughter for her. He spent the best years of his youth on her, but asked for nothing in return, only for a small portion of her affection.

Now, he had been dead for three years, but she still couldn’t get used to life without him.

Her eyes were blurred with tears. Looking at Meng Huan’s sleeping face, seeing his peaceful appearance, she kissed him in a moment of confusion.

At this moment, she really couldn’t tell the difference.

Maybe it was better this way. Let her never be able to tell the difference, as if Huan Huan had never left, but had always been by her side.

She didn’t kiss deeply, but gently pressed her lips for a while before preparing to lift her head. Just as she left, she met a pair of eyes with a hazy sleepiness.

As if possessed, Meng Huan raised his hand and wiped away the tears on her face, asking in a daze, “Wen Zhaoyin, why are you crying?”