The task of buying sanitary pads is now yours!

“Hush, keep your voice down. She only just fell asleep. If she wakes up, she’ll feel the pain again.”

Lin Shujing quickly pressed her index finger to her lips, signaling for silence.

I promptly shut my mouth, glancing at the sleeping Li Qingcheng.

Then, I whispered to Lin Shujing, “Is she alright now?”

“How could she be alright?” Lin Shujing retorted, clearly annoyed.

“Menstrual cramps are the most troublesome thing for girls. You’d best ask for a day off for her tomorrow. Oh, and where are your parents?”

I paused, surprised.

“They went abroad for a business trip a few weeks ago,” I explained. “It’s just my sister and I at home now.”

“What irresponsible parents,” Lin Shujing sighed.

I could only offer a dry chuckle in response.

Speaking of my parents, they were perpetually away on business trips, leaving me to care for Li Qingcheng.

To call them irresponsible felt accurate, and I had no real argument against it.

“Never mind,” Lin Shujing said to me. “Since I’m already here, I’ll help you deal with this. Do you have brown sugar at home?”

“Brown sugar?” I repeated, nodding.

“Yes, we do.”

The Class Monitor blinked and said, “Alright, then take me to the kitchen… ah, no, actually, take me to the bathroom first. Where’s your washing machine?”

As she spoke, the Class Monitor went back into the room and retrieved something I couldn’t quite identify.

I looked closer and realized it was a pair of blood-stained underwear.

Noticing my gaze, Lin Shujing shot me a glare.

“What are you looking at? Where’s the washing machine?” she demanded.

“It’s… it’s on the first-floor balcony,” I quickly directed her.

‘Damn, periods are terrifying. The amount of blood scared me.’

I finally began to grasp just how much pain Li Qingcheng must be in.

Led by me, Lin Shujing arrived at the balcony, placed Li Qingcheng’s underwear into the washing machine, and started it.

“But speaking of which, Li Qingchen, your house is enormous,” Lin Shujing remarked, surveying the living room. “Do only two of you live here?”

“Then you can move in too,” I said casually.

To my surprise, Lin Shujing’s face immediately flushed, and she let out a soft scoff.

“Hmph, shameless.”

‘Huh? What did I say? Class Monitor, you get embarrassed so easily, you know that?’

“Forget it, I can’t be bothered with you.” The Class Monitor shook her head and asked, “Where’s the kitchen?”

“Oh, it’s at the very end of this hallway.” I pointed it out to Lin Shujing.

She nodded and headed towards the kitchen.

Midway, she suddenly remembered something, turning back to me.

“Oh, right, Li Qingchen, you probably don’t have ‘that’ at your house, do you?”

“That?” I tilted my head, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s… it’s…” The Class Monitor suddenly became flustered, hesitant to name the item.

“What is it, already?” I said impatiently.

“It’s, it’s sanitary pads!” The Class Monitor finally blurted out, clearly reluctant.

………………..

“Pfft! Hahaha…”

After a moment of silence, I nearly spat out my drink and burst into laughter.

‘Class Monitor, you’re too innocent! You stuttered for ages just to say “sanitary pads”?’

Seeing me unable to stop laughing, Lin Shujing’s cheeks puffed out with anger.

She stomped back over and kicked me.

“Laugh, laugh, laugh! Laugh yourself to death!”

I quickly waved my hands.

“No, Class Monitor, I don’t… we don’t have that kind of thing at home… Hahaha…”

Alright, I admitted it; I genuinely couldn’t stop laughing.

Even though it didn’t feel that funny, I just couldn’t make myself stop!

The Class Monitor watched me, cheeks still puffed out, for a long moment as I laughed.

Then, as if a brilliant idea had struck her, she huffed and declared, “Since you enjoy laughing so much, Li Qingchen, I’m entrusting the task of buying sanitary pads to you.”

Without giving me a chance to react, Lin Shujing flipped her ponytail, turned, and strode towards the kitchen.

“Eh?” My laughter abruptly ceased, and my face instantly fell.

“Wait, Class Monitor, I was wrong! I won’t laugh anymore! I can’t accept this mission!”

‘Don’t make me buy sanitary pads!’