The Temperamental Little Wolf Cub

After completing this, Xun Xue carefully tucked in the edges of the flannel blanket for her.

Lu Qiancha’s small body was completely free from the cold and dampness of before.

“Mother… what is that ‘Heavenly Dew’?”

Lu Qiancha lowered the paws covering her eyes, her blue irises filled with unease and confusion.

Xun Xue sat back down on the edge of the bed, her warm palm once again resting on her slightly cool little head, and then explained what the Heavenly Dew was.

“Men… menstruation?”

Lu Qiancha’s little mouth opened slightly, her face filled with disbelief.

“Yes, it means Little Qiancha has reached the age where she can get married.”

Xun Xue teased.

Lu Qiancha: “…”

Her stomach had already stopped hurting much, but now it felt like it was starting to hurt again.

After explaining, Xun Xue prepared to get up and leave to wash the blood-stained clothes and towel.

“Ngh…”

Just as Xun Xue stood up, a small, fluffy paw gently tugged at the corner of her drooping skirt.

“Hm?”

Xun Xue’s footsteps paused, and she looked back with a hint of confusion.

On the bed.

The small, blue-furred ball of fluff slightly propped up its upper body, its eyes, which were looking at Xun Xue, were filled with an overwhelming helplessness and unease.

Like a small, young animal abandoned by its nest after a spring rain.

Lu Qiancha’s soft, sweet voice sounded softly, with a hint of an imperceptible tremor: “Don’t go…”

She paused, her small paw clutching the soft fabric a little tighter: “Can you, stay, and keep me company…”

“I won’t go, don’t be afraid.”

Xun Xue gently stroked Lu Qiancha’s little head, and the little wolf cub’s tense body gradually relaxed.

A sound of “huff-huff” of reassurance and contentment escaped from her throat.

Lu Qiancha’s paw loosened a little, but her gaze was still fixed on Xun Xue, with a hint of lingering trepidation, as if afraid she would run away.

Xun Xue didn’t say anything.
She washed the blood-stained towel in her hand, put it away, and then held the little wolf cub in her arms, letting Lu Qiancha’s head rest on her arm.

“Get a good night’s sleep, and you’ll be fine in a few days.”

Xun Xue whispered in her ear.

Lu Qiancha curled up in Xun Xue’s arms, feeling an unprecedented sense of security.
All her guardedness and tension were slowly dissolved by this deep warmth.
The pain in her lower abdomen seemed to have subsided a little.

‘I’m sleepy again.’

Lu Qiancha slowly closed her eyes.

“Buzz, buzz.”

The faint spiritual light of a Jade Signet flickered at the head of the bed.

Lu Qiancha forced open a slit of her eyes and fumbled to hook it with her paw.

Her spiritual sense swept over it.
It was a message from her master, Xuan Ya: “Be careful outside.”

Lu Qiancha focused for a moment, her fingertip sliding across the Jade Signet: “I will be back before the end of the year.”

The other side quickly replied: “Good.”

Putting away the Jade Signet, Lu Qiancha closed her eyes and buried herself deeper into Xun Xue’s embrace.
Her little ears nuzzled against her soft clothes, and her consciousness completely sank into the silence of the deep sea.

About half an hour later, Gan Tang, having hung the bedding to dry, held her breath and carefully pushed open the door.
She peeked in with half a head, clinging to the doorframe.

Xun Xue had already quietly gotten up and was silently taking out the dark red-stained clothes from the rattan basket and tidying them up.

As she looked up, she happened to meet Gan Tang’s pair of pink eyes.

Xun Xue nodded slightly and walked to the door with extremely light steps, lowering her voice: “Little Qiancha is asleep.
If you have time, go and watch her.
I’m going to wash some clothes.
If anything unexpected happens, come and call me.”

“Mm-hm! Don’t worry, Auntie, leave everything to me.”

Gan Tang patted her chest, vowing solemnly.

Xun Xue’s figure flashed and disappeared like a light smoke.

Gan Tang tiptoed, sneaking to Lu Qiancha’s bedside like a cat.

Lu Qiancha’s original nightgown had been changed by Xun Xue.
She was now wearing a set of light blue children’s pajamas with a little sheep embroidered on it, and the sleeves were even puffy.

The overall look was very childish, but it suited Lu Qiancha very well.

‘Cute!’

Gan Tang’s eyes sparkled.
She couldn’t help but reach out her finger and very gently, towards the fluffy little ear tips of Lu Qiancha that were exposed outside the quilt.

She flicked it lightly.

“Smack~”

The ear tip twitched and shrank back like a startled little rabbit.

She flicked it again.

It twitched again.

She flicked it again.

And then… “Ah! It hurts!” Gan Tang couldn’t help but cry out.
The back of her hand was bitten hard by Lu Qiancha, and it was even bleeding.

“Senior brother, let go, let go…”

Gan Tang cried out for mercy.

“Hmph.”

A grunt of dissatisfaction and annoyance escaped from Lu Qiancha’s throat.
Only then did she release her mouth.

She turned her head away and leaned back softly against the head of the bed.

“Hiss…”

Gan Tang looked at the two bloody holes on the back of her hand, wanting to cry but having no tears.

“Junior sister, so mean.”

Lu Qiancha’s weak and slightly wronged voice floated over.

Hearing this, Gan Tang was even more sad, and she had even been scolded by her senior brother.

“Senior brother… I’m sorry.”

Gan Tang drooped her head and lay by the bed, her face full of remorse.

Lu Qiancha ignored Gan Tang.
After she had vented her temper, she clutched her little stomach and let out a cry of pain.

Although her movements just now were not large, they had intensified her pain several times over.

A few tears unknowingly seeped from the corners of her eyes again.

‘So painful… so uncomfortable.’

Lu Qiancha curled up.

At that moment, Xun Xue walked in.
She immediately saw Gan Tang clutching her hand and the little wolf cub sobbing silently.

‘My daughter was bullied.’

“Gan Tang, get out.” Xun Xue’s voice was as cold as the ice of a mountain stream in early winter, directly giving her the order to leave.

The fact that she didn’t say the word “scram” was already her greatest restraint, considering that this girl was usually quite well-behaved.

“Okay, okay, Auntie.”

Gan Tang’s heart stopped for a moment at that look, and she rushed out of the room as if fleeing.

The door closed silently.

“Little Qiancha, are you alright?”

The ice on Xun Xue’s face instantly melted.
She quickly came to the bed and held Lu Qiancha’s body, which was spasming slightly from the intense pain, in her arms.

“Wuu… it hurts.”

Lu Qiancha’s entire body was nestled in Xun Xue’s soft embrace, her little face pale, her voice intermittent.

Xun Xue’s heart ached.
She accurately tapped her storage ring with her fingertip, and a red copper hot water bottle wrapped in a thick, soft flannel cover appeared in her palm.

Red jade seemed to flow inside the hot water bottle, emitting a steady heat.

Xun Xue very gently stuffed it deep into Lu Qiancha’s flannel blanket.

In a moment, a comfortable warmth reached Lu Qiancha’s lower abdomen.

Lu Qiancha’s tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed.

After a short while, Lu Qiancha’s face finally regained a lot of its color.

However, the dense, dull, and heavy feeling that originated from the depths of her lower abdomen still lingered.

It made Lu Qiancha feel irritable and a little breathless.

After a little while more.

Lu Qiancha finally couldn’t stand the stuffy little room any longer and got out of bed.

The small figure, wrapped in a thick cashmere jacket, wearing soft-soled cotton shoes, and dragging her feet, wandered aimlessly on the thin, snow-covered bluestone path of Tianquan Peak.

Sometimes, Gan Tang would cautiously approach, holding up a steaming bowl of brown sugar water with the sweet fragrance of goji berries and red dates, or a small plate of exquisite, soft, and delicious-looking pastries.

But what she often got in return was just the little wolf cub turning its head away impatiently, or a cold little face that said “do not disturb.”

“Senior brother is in a really bad mood during her period…”

Gan Tang followed from a distance, looking at the soft, sweet little wolf cub, and muttered to herself.

Lu Qiancha’s ears twitched.
She heard every word and unceremoniously spat out at Gan Tang, “Good is good, bad is bad, what is ‘good and bad’?”