The Master s Mask Unveiled Again

Chapter 70: Chapter 69: Would You Like Some Hot Water?

Lu Mian curled up on the bed with the blanket in her arms.

Soon, a text from Zero also arrived.

Zero: “Mian bro, how are you feeling today? That…time of the month has come, right?” Attached was a picture titled “dysmenorrhea mushroom.jpg.”

Mian: “Yes, today.”

Zero: “Damn, your monthly calamity! Should I come to find you?”

Mian: “I’m living next to people from the Jinjing Xiao Family, you guys shouldn’t show your faces.”

It seemed to take a long time for Zero to respond, but finally, he sent a message: “The elders at home say that it won’t hurt after having kids. Do you want to find someone and have one?”

Mian: “Get lost.”

Zero: “I’m serious!”

Mian: “Hail a cab and get lost!”

Her fingertips trembled slightly as she sent that message, then casually tossed the phone into the blanket.

Her periods were painful, the kind that made her feel like dying.

This wasn’t a condition she was born with, but a sequelae from that kidnapping.

Once a month, her body would inevitably suffer as if being torn apart and then put back together, torn apart again, and reassembled.

She had picked up her life from death’s door, but she also had to pay a corresponding price.

Perhaps for her whole life, she would have to endure this torture.

Lu Mian pursed her lips, her complexion pale as paper, and even as the pain made her tremble, she still didn’t make a sound.

She insisted on walking from the bed to the bathroom.

Then from the bathroom, she lay back on the bed.

Along the way, she swallowed five painkillers, to no avail, but she still took them.

The doorbell rang at this time.

She frowned, fiddled with her wristwatch, and a small face appeared on the dial.

It was Xiao Qimo.

She tapped “agree,” and the security door automatically opened.

And by the time Xiao Qimo walked in, Lu Mian had already taken a deep breath and stood in front of him, as if nothing was amiss.

As if the person who had just been in excruciating pain wasn’t her.

“Is there something you need?” she asked, arms crossed in front of her, quietly leaning against the shoe cabinet.

Her neckline was slightly bowed, and there was a somewhat weary and world-weary expression on her face.

Mocking himself for being disliked for once, Xiao Qimo then brought up the takeaway bag from MM Ji Restaurant, “The Xiao’s food has come looking for its rightful cutlery.”

While speaking with an air of grace and composure, he made himself at home and entered the room.

“…”

Lu Mian, silent all the way, followed behind him, feeling the phrase “a wolf in sheep’s clothing” was incredibly apt in describing Xiao Qimo.

On the surface, he appeared to be a modest gentleman with impeccable manners; in reality, he was cunning and shameless.

She watched the man place the health meal meticulously on the table and even presumptuously went to the kitchen to take out the chopsticks she had borrowed, placing them properly at both sides of the table setting.

Lu Mian just watched his back, not stopping him.

But she quickly heard his slow and solemn voice, the light words drifting to her from behind.

“Lu Mian, if it hurts so much, don’t pretend anymore.”

The girl’s heart was inexplicably struck by something.

The next second, the elegant man was already at her side, courteously supporting her shoulders and leading her towards the bedroom.

Her pale face had long proven she wasn’t feeling well.

An excuse to deliver food, but he also just wanted to see how she really was.

She really wasn’t feeling well, but still trying to maintain a facade of normalcy, trying to fool him.

What a little liar!

With complicated feelings, Lu Mian let him lead her back to the comfortable big bed, and clutching the blanket, she said in a muffled tone, “Don’t think you know me so well.”

“Then… how about a sip of hot water?”

“…” Lu Mian paused for a moment, her voice even more muffled: “Yes.”

Xiao Qimo handed Lu Mian a cup of warm water, bringing it to her lips for her to drink.

From beginning to end, his care was gentlemanly, neither too distant nor too close, just right.

Perhaps it was because of this subtle care that she felt the pain wasn’t so bad anymore.

Was it an illusion?

She felt somewhat dazed.

“Buzz…”

The vibration of the phone brought her back to her senses. Lu Mian, dragging her body, attempted to reach for her phone by the bed, only to find a man had already picked it up first.

She immediately narrowed her eyes, with a shimmer of both clear and murky light flickering in them.