The soft song turned a deaf ear, and her wrists flew around, tying Na Hanjue's wrists back to the bedside again.
"Ge'er?" Na Hanjue frowned and looked at her, dumbfounded.
This little girl looks delicate and delicate, but why is she so stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat?
Even if he was scornful of her, and she tortured him almost to death just now, nothing happened to him, and she tied him up again.
Seeing her face getting paler and paler, and her body trembling slightly with pain, he ignored himself and asked her in a panic, "Ge'er, what's wrong with you? Let me go and I'll show you!"
Qing Ge raised her legs and sat on Na Han Jue's body. With one hand, she held down her painful abdomen. With the other hand, she picked up the pen she just brought from downstairs and drew on Na Han Jue's face, "Give me the antidote."
! Otherwise, I will draw a bastard for you, then take a photo and post it on the Internet, so that everyone in Hancheng can see how dignified Young Master Nahan looks like!"
"Antidote?" Na Hanjue's brows furrowed even more tightly, and she instantly remembered that he had said that he had given Qing Ge the most poisonous poison in the world. It was colorless, odorless and tasteless, and he had to take the antidote every month when the moon was full.
Otherwise, he will bleed to death from his orifices, and his death will be uglier than the ugliest and ugliest female ghost in the world!
"Damn it!" He cursed, "Aren't you also good at treating poisons? You don't know whether you are poisoned or not? That is the holy jade letter pill for detoxification. What kind of poison is it? Idiot!"
Jade Hand Pill?
Qingge's expression was momentarily dazed.
She vaguely remembers that her beautiful aunt told her that Yuhan Dan is one of the best detoxification products in the world. There are only three pills in the world, scattered all over the world, and she doesn’t know who is in their hands. They are so rare that all poison users flock to them.
Something to ask for.
That was actually Yu Han Dan!
He actually gave her the holy detoxification product Yu Han Dan so gently and deftly!
But...if that was Yu Han Dan, why did her stomach hurt so much?
"You didn't lie to me?" Qing Ge gestured with a pen to draw on his face.
Na Hanjue was angry and glared at her, "Idiot!"
He won't lie to her!
She didn't know why she believed him so much, but she just believed him.
She rolled off his body and raised her hands to untie the rope around his wrist. She clutched her stomach and shivered into a ball.
"Ge'er!" As soon as he regained freedom, he scooped her into his arms, "What's going on? What's going on?"
"Stomach hurts." Her face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat soaked the broken hair on her forehead.
"Damn it!" He cursed and took her wrist pulse. After a moment, he coughed lightly with a strange look on his face, "Ge'er, do you have the habit of doing that..."
"What?" Qingge grabbed his clothes and groaned in pain.
"Just...every month...what..." Young Master Nahan hesitated, his face covered with a suspicious pink color.
"Every month?" Qing Ge counted the days and found that it was indeed the time of her monthly menstruation.
Is it dysmenorrhea?
Won't!
Every time she has a menstrual period, she is very calm, often comes quietly, and never hurts.
"No!" Qingge shook her head weakly, "I don't feel any pain every time."
It won't hurt as much as it does now, like being stabbed with a steel knife.
"Good boy, you go to the bathroom first." He helped her out of bed and stuffed her into the bathroom, then turned around and went out to find the maid for girls' essentials.
Qing Ge looked at the black and purple blood stained on her underwear and almost suspected that she would die next moment!
