Sunday was the second day of Pu Sangzhi's menstrual cycle.
She had always suffered from dysmenorrhea, hence she was awakened early in the morning by the throbbing pain in her lower abdomen.
Around six-thirty, Pu Sangzhi awoke with furrowed brows. Subconsciously, she clutched her stomach and curled up slightly, shrinking into a shrimp shape in the cocoon of her blankets.
Unintentionally, Pu Sangzhi moved her feet, but at that moment, she realized they were immobilized.
Pulling back a little, she remembered that last night, perhaps Huo Feng had noticed her feet were cold, so he had held them against his abdomen to warm them.
Now, his hands were still tightly holding her small feet.
Therefore, her feet were warm, her body was also warm, and the only discomfort came from the rumbling and distension in her abdomen.
Pu Sangzhi gave up struggling and lay quietly in bed for a while...
