Lu Yan pursed his lips and stared straight at her.
Ning Anmiao's way of speaking was so gentle. Looking at her concerned expression, Lu Yan replied softly, "Yes, I'm much better."
Perhaps because menstruation made one look weak, Ning Anmiao actually thought Lu Yan looked a bit endearing at this moment.
"You need to be careful these days. Don't overwork yourself. Drink more hot water and keep a regular schedule."
"Okay." Lu Yan looked up, his eyes full of earnestness. "I'll remember."
His attitude was very proper, as obedient as a primary - school student listening attentively in class.
Ning Anmiao's heart skipped a beat at the sight of this docile Lu Yan she had never seen before.
She lowered her eyes and tilted her lips slightly. "It's getting late. Go to sleep quickly."
With that, she turned off the light.
---
The next day.
Lu Yan finally realized how hard it was to be a woman.
Not to mention the sticky feeling that was so hard to bear from the moment he opened his eyes, the subsequent all - day stuffiness made him feel like sitting on pins and needles.
After sitting for a while, he suddenly stood up, but then a surging heat wave hit him again, forcing him to sit back down.
There was only one word to describe it - unbearable.
Although his every move today was not very obvious, Ning Anmiao still noticed it.
No one knew her own body better than she did.
In the early years, in order to study traditional Chinese culture while learning design, she had to rush between the two sets of professional courses.
It was okay during normal class days, but during the final exams, it was a disaster.
Moreover, Ning Anmiao had to face two such disasters.
Staying up late to review had taken a toll on her body, gradually sowing the seeds of dysmenorrhea. Later, kneeling in the heavy snow had worsened her symptoms.
Over the years, she had gotten used to it, but Lu Yan was different.
She looked at Lu Yan several times and finally got up on her own initiative to pour him another cup of hot water.
"There's no way to relieve it. You can only drink more hot water."
Ning Anmiao spread her hands, looking equally helpless. "My body is allergic to painkillers, so I can't take them. I can only bear it."
She said a lot of things, but Lu Yan only heard one sentence.
She was allergic to painkillers.
Lu Yan replied calmly and gently, "Okay, I understand."
From the start of menstruation until now, there had not been much change in his mood. Except for the shocked look on his face last night, his expression had been calm.
This surprised Ning Anmiao.
But then she thought that Lu Yan was an introverted person. It was reasonable that he could remain calm even when faced with such a helpless situation.
She casually withdrew her gaze, but then she thought of what Jiang Qiwei had said to her yesterday, and her curiosity got the better of her.
From what Jiang Qiwei said, it seemed that there was more to the death of Lu Yan's father.
"Um, I want to ask you a question." After thinking for a while, she finally spoke up. "How did your father... pass away back then?"
Hearing this, Lu Yan looked up, his eyes sweeping across her face. His voice was calm. "He indulged too much when he was young. As he got older, his body became weak and cold, and he died of a serious illness."
"Is that all?"
Ning Anmiao didn't quite believe this answer.
If it was just such a normal reason, Jiang Qiwei wouldn't have used this as a handle to invite "Lu Yan" out yesterday.
In her mind, she still remembered Jiang Qiwei's last words, "If you don't come, I'll expose what happened back then to the media!"
The news that needed to be exposed to the media was usually either good news or a scandal.
Apparently, the real cause of Father Lu's death was the latter.
"Is that all." Lu Yan seemed impatient with this question. He frowned slightly but didn't show much reaction. "Why are you suddenly curious about this?"
"No, I've just never heard much about the Lu family. I'm just a bit curious."
She tried to sound calm and natural, not letting Lu Yan notice her uneasiness.
Normally, when Ning Anmiao lied, Lu Yan could see through her at a glance. But today, maybe because of menstruation, Lu Yan didn't notice the subtle changes in Ning Anmiao's expression.
After all, his attention had been almost entirely focused on menstruation all day.
This was an unforgettable "first experience" for him.
Seeing that he clearly didn't want to talk more about this topic, Ning Anmiao didn't continue to ask. Her mind was full of Jiang Qiwei.
It seemed that she had to go to this appointment this afternoon.
Towards evening, Ning Anmiao casually told a lie, saying that a business partner had previously made a separate dinner appointment with her and she had to show up.
Originally, Lu Yan wanted to go with her, but Ning Anmiao used menstruation as an excuse. "There will definitely be alcohol at such an occasion. Do you plan to drink during your period?"
Afraid that she couldn't convince him, Ning Anmiao added, "And it's my body we're talking about."
These words made Lu Yan hesitate for a moment.
Finally, he chose to compromise and sighed deeply. "Okay, I'll wait for you at home. Come back early and drink less."
His tone was like that of a pouting young wife.
It made Ning Anmiao want to laugh. She couldn't help but walk over and touch his head. "Okay, I'll come back early. You take good care of yourself, okay?"
Her touch was very gentle, caressing his head softly, just like coaxing a child.
Lu Yan didn't expect Ning Anmiao to be so gentle with him all of a sudden. He was stunned for a moment.
A few seconds later, Lu Yan replied, "Okay."
His tone was clearly full of joy.
---
In the evening, Ning Anmiao specifically saw Lu Yan off in the car. She waved at the car driving away from the company with a smile on her face. Only after it was out of sight did she turn around and head in another direction.
She was going to the appointment.
The appointment with Jiang Qiwei.
The bare - footed are not afraid of those with shoes. Now that she was in Lu Yan's body, what did she have to be afraid of?
Thinking of this, she felt more confident.
At the entrance of the Juanyun Bar.
It was already evening, and the atmosphere in the bar was heating up. Men and women were inside looking for fun and seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Although Ning Anmiao was not familiar with such an environment, she strode in and quickly found the private room sent by Jiang Qiwei.
She pushed the door open and saw that Jiang Qiwei was indeed waiting for her inside.
It seemed that she had been waiting for a long time.
The moment Jiang Qiwei saw "Lu Yan" appear, her eyes lit up, but she quickly hid it. She just stared at "him" lovingly.
At this moment, Ning Anmiao began to take a closer look at Jiang Qiwei's outfit today.
It seemed that she had deliberately dressed up. Her makeup was no longer the formal and delicate one from before. Her eyeliner was provocatively upturned, and the color of her lipstick was bright and bold.
"Lu Yan, you're here."