"Speak directly, baby, where are you injured?" Ye Xuanye continued to ask anxiously.
Ye Qingyu pushed him out of the door with force, glared at him, then slammed the door hard, locked it, and ignored him.
"Baby..." Ye Xuanye patted the door hard.
Ye Qingyu's nanny was attracted by the sound of their quarrel.
"Young Master, what happened?" the wet nurse asked.
Ye Xuanye knocked on the door and said worriedly: "The baby is injured, but she refused to tell me."
"Who told you that the little lady was injured?" The wet nurse looked at him in surprise.
"I smell blood on her body." Ye Xuanye was worried.
When the wet nurse heard this, a meaningful smile appeared on her face.
Ye Xuanye and she were still laughing, but his expression suddenly turned unhappy.
The wet nurse smiled even more ambiguously: "Young Master, the young lady is not injured. The reason you smell blood on her is because she has had her first period."
"Menarche?" Ye Xuanye quickly searched for the word "Su" in his mind. When he understood what was going on, his face suddenly turned red, and then joy came to his heart. The little girl he was protecting was finally growing up.