1494: It Must Be A Mess Now

It Must Be A Mess Now

"Hurry up, please." Ji'er was too anxious to even feel embarrassed about it now.2

When Chu Qi saw how awkward she was standing, he lifted her up in his arms and stuffed her beneath the covers. "Lie down. I'll be back soon."

Chu Qi left quickly after saying this.

There were no female servants in the entire South Conquering General Mansion, which meant that there were no sanitary belts to be found.

Chu Qi had wanted to send Steward Chen out to get one for her, but privately, Chu Qi was not willing to allow another man to get involved with Ji'er's sanitary belt.

The thought of Ji'er's pale, helpless face made Chu Qi decide to leave the mansion using Light Body Skill. 

However, when he arrived at the specialty shop for women's necessities and saw the female staff walking over to him, he realized how strange it looked for a man like him to be purchasing a woman's sanitary belt.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" The shop sold intimate women's necessities and men usually would not step foot in the shop. The female staff was quite astonished when she saw a man suddenly walking in and she gave him a strange look. However, she still went up to offer help out of courtesy.

Chu Qi noticed the strange look she was giving him and there was a hint of embarrassment on his face. However, now that he was here, there was no going back. Not to mention, Ji'er was still waiting for him at home.

With this in mind, he resolved to plough on and tell the staff what he needed.

"Do you sell women's sanitary belts here?"

The staff gave him a surprised look when she heard this.

She probably had never saw a man willing to help a woman buy a sanitary belt.

Most women in this era knew embroidery. Things like a sanitary belt which were for intimate and private use were usually made at home personally. Of course, there were also women who were bad at embroidering or did not want to make their sanitary belts. These women would prefer to purchase it from the shop.

It was usually women who would be the ones to buy them and it was the first time she saw a man looking for one.

Chu Qi had never felt this embarrassed before, especially when the staff was sizing him up. His expression turned colder.

Fortunately, the staff did not ask any further questions and promptly brought out different types of sanitary belts for him to choose from.

Chu Qi's face turned quite red as he looked at the variety of sanitary belts spread out in front of him.

He had never seen things like these before. Even after he gave them a quick glance, he still had no idea which was a suitable one to buy. He said, "I would like the most comfortable one."

The staff understood immediately and quickly packaged the lightest, softest, and most comfortable sanitary belt for him.

After Chu Qi paid and was prepared to leave, a thought popped into his head and he hesitated. He decided to fight off his embarrassment and asked in a low voice, "What does a woman need to pay attention to when she is going through her menstruation?"

The female staff gave him a surprised glance and answered, "A woman's body becomes weaker when she is menstruating. She won't feel like moving much and cold food would not be suitable for her. She shouldn't consume anything cold and should avoid drinking cold water. Drinking brown sugar water would make her feel more comfortable."

Chu Qi made a point to remember all this. "Thank you."

The staff was tongue-tied as she watched him leave. It was rare to see such a good man these days.

It was not difficult to guess that this man was being so considerate because his wife was involved.

His wife was so lucky!

The female staff was quite envious of her.

Chu Qi made a detour to get some brown sugar while on his way home.

Ji'er continued lying on Chu Qi's bed, not daring to move at all. She was worried about dirtying Chu Qi's bed again.

Her menstruation flow was very heavy for the first two days. Even if she did not make any movements, it must be a mess by now.

She began to get anxious at this thought.

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