Chapter 207: Really, it's not so painful anymore!

Qiao Mianmian waited for ten minutes in the bathroom, and Mo Yesi finally got what she needed and came back.
There are many maids here.
These necessities for girls are easy to find.
Mo Yesi handed her the aunt's towel from a maid. When she reached for it, he also asked: "Is this brand ok? You use it temporarily, tell me what you need, I will immediately Let people buy it."
"This will do."
Qiao Mianmian blushed and took it.
The brand of aunt's towel is not the brand she usually uses.
However, at this time, some use is good, where to choose what brand is not the brand.
She spent almost ten minutes packing herself up, and when she came out of the bathroom again, she felt like she was alive again.
Although the lower abdomen was a little painful, but I didn't have to worry about getting my blood flowing.
As soon as she opened the bathroom door, she saw Mo Yesi waiting outside.
Qiao Mianmian looked bad every time she came to her aunt.
Usually her face was rosy and ruddy, and during her aunt's time she was pale and sick.
It looks like a pitiful look.
Mo Yesi stared at her pale face for a few seconds, frowned and pulled her into her arms, pinching her pointed chin, and asked a little uncomfortably: "Why is his face so bad? Isn't it uncomfortable?" ?"
Qiao Mianmian was indeed a little uncomfortable, and did not hide him. He nodded happily: "Well, my stomach hurts a little."
Her dysmenorrhea is old.
When I first started to hurt, I still went to the hospital.
I have improved my health over the years, so it's less exaggerated, but I still feel uncomfortable for a day or two every month.
Especially the first one, I don't want to go out at all, just want to lie in bed for a day.
"Stomach pain?" Mo Yesi didn't know much about these aspects of women. After all, as a steel straight man who had been single for more than 20 years, he had no chance to understand women.
So I didn't know that women still have pain in the days of each month.
When Qiao Mianmian said his stomach hurts, he never thought it was caused by his aunt.
He asked seriously, "Where is your stomach uncomfortable? Where does it hurt?"
Qiao Mianmian froze for a moment, and was a little asked by his question.
Because she thought it was common sense.
But then I thought about Mo Yesi's strange problems, and I felt understandable again.
It is not surprising for a man who has been single and has never been in a relationship because of an allergic reaction to female contact.
She looked up at him and explained patiently: "It's aunt's pain. When I came to my aunt, her stomach would be a little uncomfortable."
"Aunt hurts?"
"Ok."
Qiao Mianmian stretched his hand to touch his stomach: "Actually, I'm much better now. I used to want to stun myself every time I hurt."
She spoke very relaxed, but the man listening was dignified.
When she finished talking, she saw Mo Yesi's brow furrowed, and the expression on her face was very serious: "So painful?"
"Er, that was all a thing of the past." Qiao Mianmian didn't want to sell this thing to him miserably, and said quickly, "It's much better now, it's not so painful anymore. It's just a little uncomfortable. Within the tolerance range."
But the man still frowned.
"Really, it's not so painful anymore!"