Song Yinyin was so startled that she instinctively fled the master bedroom.
After returning to her own room, Song Yinyin frantically closed the door and leaned against it, her chest heaving violently.
That was close, that was close...
She exhaled lightly, but there was still a fire burning inside her.
It wasn't until a dull ache hit her lower abdomen again that she realized her period had come, and she urgently needed to find a pad.
.........
In the master bedroom, the warmth had not yet dissipated.
It was only after confirming she had left that Lu Jihan turned to look at the doorway.
The door had somehow opened a foot wide, his brows furrowed tightly as he strode over to shut it firmly.
He braced the door with one hand while the other rubbed his aching temples, every muscle in his body tense, his forehead, back, and palms covered in fine sweat.
