The whimpering sobs of Caiyu, like a young animal's, pulled Song Yinghuai back to reality. The lust in his eyes faded quickly.
She was having a nightmare.
A moment later.
"Daddy... Mommy... Yu'er misses you so much..." Caiyu sobbed again, like a little beast that had lost its home, crying mournfully in the icy snow.
Her voice was originally very pleasant, and such sobbing made people can't help but feel a soft heart to protect her.
Song Yinghuai lowered his eyebrows and looked at the brocade quilt that she had completely kicked to the ground because of her uneasiness. Finally, his kindness prevailed.
He walked to the bedside and lit the white-glazed lotus-petal candlestick. The soft golden light spread out gently.
He walked back to the bedside and picked up the brocade quilt from the ground.
The canopy bed and the brocade quilt in this side hall were not originally meant for a maid of Caiyu's status. But Caiyu entered the mansion as the daughter of a bodyguard. According to the rules of a wealthy family, she shouldn't understand these things.
So when she deliberately rolled onto the canopy bed, Song Yinghuai didn't suspect anything.
Song Yinghuai bent down to cover Caiyu with the brocade quilt.
At this moment, Caiyu, with her eyes tightly closed, had her eyelashes trembling slightly, and the fingers clutching at her chest tightened a little.
The moment Song Yinghuai stood by the bedside, she had actually woken up in pain.
She wasn't a weak and helpless young lady. Her father and brother were famous generals of their generation.
A tiger father doesn't have a dog daughter. Even though she had been doted on since childhood, she had the blood of a military general in her veins.
How could she not notice when a person suddenly stood in the darkness?
She almost let out a scream, but the faint and familiar sandalwood scent on the person made her shut her mouth.
It was Song Yinghuai.
What was he doing standing here watching her sleep?
With her eyes closed, Caiyu thought quickly in her mind. She guessed that he must be standing here to listen to her dream talk and find flaws in it!
A cold sweat broke out on Caiyu's back.
Fortunately, before she woke up from the dream, she had only called out her parents. If she had called out her elder brother and second sister, it would have been over!
You know, Lan Caiyu, the daughter of the Lan bodyguard in Yangzhou, was an only child!
After much thought, Caiyu pretended to call out her parents again, trying to arouse the man's pity.
Fortunately, she succeeded. Song Yinghuai gave up the idea of spying on her anymore. Otherwise, she wasn't sure if she would be found out by Song Yinghuai that she was already awake if she continued to pretend.
However—
Since Song Yinghuai was kind enough for once, why shouldn't she take good advantage of it?
Song Yinghuai covered Caiyu with the quilt and turned to leave, but was grabbed by the sleeve from behind.
Song Yinghuai suddenly turned his head and saw Caiyu's eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she was about to wake up from the dream. Her fingertips unconsciously hooked onto his wide sleeve. "It hurts... It hurts so much..."
Song Yinghuai was caught off guard.
Where did it hurt?
The palm had been smeared with ointment. As long as she didn't touch it, it wouldn't hurt.
He frowned and tried to pull his wide sleeve out of her fingers.
However, after pulling several times, Caiyu's fingers remained motionless as if in a fit of pique. Instead, because of his strength, Caiyu let out a cry of pain, curled up her waist and abdomen, and rolled a circle towards the inside of the canopy bed.
Song Yinghuai was unexpectedly pulled towards the inside of the bed.
Fortunately, he was tall and had martial arts skills. He didn't fall onto the bed because of Caiyu's pull. He just took a step forward and supported himself with one hand above Caiyu.
Caiyu "woke up" in time.
Song Yinghuai was supporting himself above her. He saw her eyelashes trembling violently, as gorgeous as the wings of a fluttering butterfly.
Her slightly pale complexion made her look even more fragile and pitiful.
The next moment, a pair of black pupils full of innocence and confusion met his.
Song Yinghuai's throat tightened, and his breathing suddenly became a bit rapid. The warm breath sprayed on Caiyu's delicate face.
Caiyu blinked and then let out a scream. She pressed her hands against his chest. "Y-Your Highness... Why are you... Get away..."
Her rejection had no effect at all. Song Yinghuai stared at her coldly. "Don't you always hope that I would get closer?"
Caiyu: ...
She did hope so.
But look at yourself. You're so calm. How could she seduce you?
Moreover, she was having her period!
This time, she used a little more strength and really pushed Song Yinghuai. "This servant doesn't dare to think so. Ah!"
Because her palms exerted force against Song Yinghuai's chest, a sharp pain came, making her retract her hands like an electric shock!
Song Yinghuai also knew her physical condition, so he stopped teasing her and just asked:
"Didn't you apply the medicine?"
...
There was a moment of silence in the air.
Song Yinghuai waited for a long time but didn't get a reply. He lowered his eyes and looked over.
Caiyu was curled up, holding her palms, pitifully huddled into a ball, looking as panicked as a young animal that had just been abused.
Song Yinghuai couldn't bear to see her pitiful appearance. For some reason, he felt a sudden irritation. "What have I done to you? It was just a two-foot ruler. I didn't see you being so weak with Taoyao and those other maids. You're a maid, not a mistress! Who has spoiled you so much!"
His tone was not good. Caiyu was scolded and tears rolled out of her eyes. She blushed with embarrassment and sobbed:
"This servant doesn't want to be like this either! This servant's hands hurt, and so does her stomach and heart..."
"Woo woo woo... Mommy, this servant misses Mommy..."
Song Yinghuai: ...
Seeing his cold and unmoving expression, Caiyu secretly cursed this man for being as hard-hearted as a stone. It seemed that there was no trace of kindness in his heart.
She gritted her teeth and crawled over by herself. She crawled to the edge of the bed, turned her head away from Song Yinghuai, and only her shoulders trembled as she let out continuous sobs.
Mom said that when she cried, all the men in the world would feel pity for her. She didn't believe that this man would be unmoved.
Song Yinghuai was supporting himself above her with one hand, and his palm was on her side. Suddenly, something hit the back of his hand.
His expression froze for a moment. He followed the sight and saw that there were water droplets on the back of his hand that was supporting on her side.
The water droplets seemed to be scalding hot, almost burning a hole in the back of his hand.
Song Yinghuai looked at her with a blank look in his eyes. She was lying quietly on her side under him. Apart from the sobbing sound, there was no other sound.
Pearls were continuously falling from her eyes and landing on the back of his hand, like starlight.
They were her tears.
The coldness on Song Yinghuai's lips gradually disappeared. He sat up and sat sideways on the edge of the bed.
"Stop crying." He ordered harshly.
Caiyu ignored him. She bit her lips and even held back her sobs, but the tears still kept falling one after another.
Song Yinghuai's heart was like a ball of thread that had been scratched by a cat, restless and irritated. "If you keep crying, go and kneel outside the hall!"
Caiyu stopped crying and silently curled up. She stretched out her hand to rub her lower abdomen.
Song Yinghuai saw that every time she touched her stomach, her hands would bounce back like they had been burned. Tears were welling up in her eyes again. He felt even more irritated:
"Rub it properly!"
Caiyu bit her lips and complained aggrievedly. "This servant's hands hurt... I can't rub."
Song Yinghuai felt a headache. He stared at her for a long time and finally compromised. "Come out. I'll rub it for you!"
This was exactly what Caiyu had been waiting for. Hearing this, she happily moved to the edge of the bed. Before Song Yinghuai even started, she felt that the pain had lessened a lot.
Song Yinghuai's mouth twitched. He always felt that he had been tricked by her again.
"How should I rub it? Where?" he asked.
"On the lower abdomen, one inch below the Dantian."
Song Yinghuai nodded and raised his palm.
Although he didn't know much about a woman's period, he had lived in the palace when he was young. Among those concubines, there wasn't a single day in the 365 days of a year when their menstruation didn't coincide.
The maids in the palace had secretly exchanged many secret recipes to relieve the concubines' pain.
When he was young, no one avoided these things in front of him, so he had heard a lot.
It was said that warming the uterus was quite effective.
Song Yinghuai thought for a while, channeled his internal energy into his palm, and then placed it on Caiyu's lower abdomen to rub.
A warm current came from Song Yinghuai's palm, and Caiyu's bloated and painful lower abdomen really felt better.
"It works." Caiyu said in surprise. "It doesn't hurt so much. Your Highness, please rub it some more!"
Even if she wasn't just pretending to be pitiful, being rubbed by Song Yinghuai like this made her feel much more comfortable!
Song Yinghuai responded and, as if encouraged, increased the internal energy.
Suddenly.
Caiyu felt that her lower abdomen was as hot as a raging fire, and a surge of hot blood burst out uncontrollably...