Popped like a balloon.
Huang Xiu woke up instantly.
She covered her flushed face and subconsciously let out a crisp soprano scream that could destroy the world.
“Ah, it hurts so much!”
“Master, luckily I was here, otherwise you’d be in trouble!” a cheeky child’s voice came from beside her.
“So it was you! I should have known!”
Huang Xiu turned her head fiercely and quickly found the culprit: Huang Xiaoxian, who was standing with hands on hips and a smug expression, looking for credit.
Enraged, Miss Jiu-Jiu had no heart to listen to a word it said.
She reached out quickly, grabbed its round body, and threw it out like a baseball.
Splat!
The green ball hit the wall and bounced to the floor; it stood up wobbling, its face full of grievance.
“Master, Xiao Xian is being wronged! I saw you were injured and in a deep sleep, so I had to resort to this.”
Tears and snot streaming down its face, Huang Xiaoxian ran back to the bedside.
“It was all a plot by the Ghost Monsters! Please don’t wrong your loyal servant!”
“What Ghost Monsters! I think you’ve just watched too much Digimon!” Huang Xiu said with a cold face.
This time Huang Xiaoxian had gone too far.
What injury? How could she get injured while sleeping perfectly fine in her bed?
And clearly, it was just that her sleep quality was good, yet it was being framed as “unable to wake.”
Did it really think she was some Sleeping Beauty?!
Even if she were Sleeping Beauty, at the very least, they were awoken by a kiss.
Who was like Huang Xiaoxian, using thorns to prick people!
Did it not know how much those pricks hurt?!
Seriously! This creature was nothing but a distraction from more important things!
The more Huang Xiu thought about it, the angrier she got; her anger levels rose rapidly, and she began to “overheat” visibly.
She was just about to throw back the covers and get out of bed to continue teaching Huang Xiaoxian a lesson, but at that moment—
A surge of scalding heat suddenly flowed from her lower body, running all the way down the inside of her thigh.
At the same time, waves of slight but definitely unpleasant cramping radiated from her lower abdomen.
The air conditioner’s blades, set to swing up and down, happened to be pointing downward at that moment.
The cold air, cooled rapidly by the evaporator, followed the blades and blew directly onto Huang Xiu.
The cramping sensation intensified instantly.
“Hiss!” Huang Xiu sucked in a breath of cold air, her beautiful eyebrows knitting together.
What was with this heat and cramping?
Could it be… she’d wet the bed?
But while she might have drunk a bit much water tonight, with a young person’s healthy constitution, how could she wet the bed?
Then… was it an upset stomach? Had she just had an accident?
‘Ew, how disgusting!’
Huang Xiu didn’t believe her digestive system was that fragile.
Besides, it had been so long since dinner; if she had an upset stomach, it would have flared up ages ago!
After ruling out all the impossibilities, the answer was ready to come out, and a strong sense of realization hit her like a tide.
Huang Xiu’s small face, slightly pale from blood loss, suddenly cycled through a spectrum of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.
“No way…” She opened her mouth slightly and let out a self-deceiving, hollow laugh. “Haha…”
Could she really…
“Master, I’m telling you, it’s really not my fault!”
Seeing that Huang Xiu had stopped scolding it, Huang Xiaoxian grew bold and crawled back onto the bed.
“I get it. Go back under the bed and play on your phone.”
Faced with her own impending disaster, Huang Xiu suddenly lost all interest in hitting or scolding Huang Xiaoxian.
Besides, this time it was likely a misunderstanding.
“Fine!” Huang Xiaoxian pouted, completely unaware that Huang Xiu had discovered its secret of staying up late to play on the phone, and crawled back under the bed unhappily.
At that moment, another surge of heat flowed out; a sense of weakness and cramping attacked her fiercely together.
Huang Xiu bit her pale lip and tilted her head back, staring at the dark ceiling where only a few spots of moonlight lingered.
She tremblingly lifted the quilt.
Taking a deep breath, she picked up her phone, turned on the flashlight, and looked down by the light of the screen.
On the crotch and inner thighs of her white printed silk pajama pants, there was a blooming smudge of red.
“I’m doomed! My period really is here!” Huang Xiu covered her face with her right hand, her expression filled with despair and agony.
Her mom had already given her a science talk about the meaning of menarche.
It meant she now possessed the ability to get pregnant—that she had truly grown from a little girl into a young woman.
But what did she need the ability to get pregnant for? She had basically decided to stay single!
Suddenly, another sensation of flow came from below, and Huang Xiu instantly panicked. “What do I do?”
Aside from the already soiled pajama pants, there were faint traces of red on the sheets and the quilt.
The amount on those two was quite small; if she hadn’t looked closely with the flashlight just now, she probably wouldn’t have noticed.
But if she didn’t deal with it and let it flow freely, she would eventually dye the entire bed red.
Pants were easy to wash, but those two things were a nightmare to handle!
“Right, sanitary pads!” Huang Xiu suddenly remembered the pack of pads her mom had secretly stuffed into her suitcase.
At the time, she had looked at the pads her mom packed with utter disdain.
But now, she just wanted to shout: Comrade Zhuang Wenli is truly prophetic!
Forcing herself to endure the uncomfortable sensation, Huang Xiu rolled out of bed and slid open the wardrobe door.
Clutching her stomach and hunching over, she pulled a plastic bag from the corner of the clothes and grabbed a pair of clean underwear while she was at it.
Knock, knock, knock.
Knock, knock, knock!
A sudden knocking came from the door.
“Sister Xiu-Xiu, did something happen in there? Why did you suddenly scream so loud in the middle of the night?”
Outside the door, Ying Zhiyu looked worried, with Jia Qianrou standing beside her.
Both were wearing thin pajamas and looked bleary-eyed; it was clear they had just been woken up by Huang Xiu’s scream.
“It’s nothing!” Huang Xiu replied at high speed. “It’s just… there was a cockroach in the room that scared me, but I’ve already killed it. It’s late, you guys go back to sleep.”
She absolutely did not want these two to know she was in such a panic because her “Auntie” had suddenly arrived.
“Is that so?” Ying Zhiyu nodded, looking suspicious.
She had seen with her own eyes how heroic Sister Xiu-Xiu was when fighting in the Touchpoint.
She wasn’t even afraid of the hideous Dragon Abominations, yet Sister Xiu-Xiu would be afraid of a tiny cockroach?
‘Could it be that everything has a weakness? That the fearless Sister Xiu-Xiu just happens to be countered by cockroaches?’
Ying Zhiyu felt she had discovered a massive secret.
“As long as everything’s okay. Let’s go back to sleep!” Jia Qianrou let out a yawn and spoke groggily.
In her half-awake state, she lacked her usual coldness; her expression was soft, like a sloth that couldn’t muster interest in anything.
Hearing the footsteps outside fade away, followed by two dull thuds of doors closing, Huang Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, and her pricked-up ears relaxed.
Almost without stopping for a moment, she ducked into the bathroom with the sanitary pads and underwear.
At this moment, she was incredibly grateful that the school-assigned dormitory had a private bathroom for every room.
Otherwise, if she had to go to a public bathroom at a time like this, she’d rather just be killed.
She took off the blood-stained pajama pants and underwear and wiped herself down briefly with a wet wipe.
With a red face, Huang Xiu followed the instructions her mother had taught her, stuck the pad onto the new underwear, and put them on.