After taking a shower, Nancy went back to her bedroom. When she arrived, she found that Charles was
reading some documents.
"Are you still awake?" Nancy asked casually.
Charles put down the document and looked at her, "You're so gentle."
"Didn't you say that we should control our emotions? Are you not used to it when I am speaking
nicely?"
"We are a couple. We should talk nicely, but it doesn't mean that we are alienated from each other."
"Not married yet," she interrupted him.
"Then we are an unmarried couple. Nancy, we can't hurt each other anymore. We have to love each
other!" Charles looked at her affectionately.
"Sentimental..." She felt a little embarrassed.
Charles reached out and held Nancy in his arms.
"I'm very tired today and want to go to bed early. You promised me to go to bed early, so tonight, we
just sleep..."
"Just sleep..." Charles said mischievously.
However, his hands began to touch her body restlessly.
"Charles, I'm really tired today. I want to have a rest." Nancy grabbed Charles's hand and refused.
"Your hair is still wet. You can't fall asleep until a while later." Charles said domineeringly, "As a doctor,
you should know that naturally dried hair will have a better quality. Therefore, we should do something
when the hair is wet. We are idle, and we can't sleep if our hair is wet, right?"
"Charles, you are looking for every reason!"
"No, we are just idle. We have to do something to kill the boring time."
Before she could say no, he had already climbed on her.
For some reason, she didn't have much desire today, and her eyelids were heavy.
"Charles, stop it. Do you know how annoying you are?"
"Well, I just like to bother you, just bother you! Don't lose your temper. If you lose your temper... "
"No, I didn't get angry." Nancy immediately came over and found that something was wrong. Did the
rule mean to restrain her?
What's the matter? If she didn't agree to his request, then he would mention the rule?
"Charles, I want to discuss with you about the rules you made tonight. You can't use them on this
matter. If you do that, it's a threat. It's unfair. I can disobey it. I can protest..."
"Well, Nancy, even if I don't want to, don't you want to?" He stared at her with burning eyes.
Obviously, Charles was trying to stir up her desire. He was confident in his figure and appearance.
She admitted that she was indeed seduced.
Looking at his strong chest and strong arms, she was a little fickle.
"Charles, I..." said Nancy in a dry voice.
"Don't say anything. I know you don't want to refuse me now!" Charles said in a whisper, and the next
second, he pressed Nancy under his body.
However, just as he was about to succeed, she suddenly felt hot under her body and some liquid
gushed out of her body.
"Damn it, Charles," said Nancy.
"What's wrong?" Charles asked.
"We can't do it anymore, because my period... You know that."
Charles's expression was complicated. Why did Nancy's period come at such a time?
Did it go against him on purpose?
Looking at the depressed expression on Charles's face, Nancy couldn't bear to see him like this. She
said, "Please be patient. I'll be fine in a few days."
Charles sighed, "Nancy, you really don't know men's physiological conditions."
"I'm a doctor. I know a little." She smiled sheepishly.
Her period was not regular. Sometimes it was advanced, and sometimes it was delayed.
She had also seen a gynecologist, who said that she had a cold uterus.
She vaguely knew how she got that.
She was younger when she had her period. Maybe she was only twelve years old at that time.
It was a summer day. On a whim, Jill bought a lot of mango and asked the servant to cut and dry it.
Clark also scolded her, saying that she was free to make trouble. If she had time, she might as well go
to the supermarket and buy some.
Jill insisted. She cut a lot and basked them in the garden.
She forgot to take them back that night. Unexpectedly, the heavy rain in summer poured.
Jill called all the servants up. She knocked on the door and said, "Nancy, don't sleep. Get up and help
collect the dried mango."
Nancy had her period at that time, she felt sore all over her body and didn't want to move, so she
continued to sleep.
But Jill knocked on the door more loudly than the thunder outside, over and over again.
Nancy covered her ears with her hands, but still didn't move.
So Jill cried out, "Nancy, I raised you for nothing. I feed you every day, and I offered you everything. But
you pretend to be deaf and dumb at the critical moment. It's not easy for me cut the mango into slices,
but you just watched it get wet by the heavy rain. How could you be so cruel?"
Nancy couldn't fall asleep because of Jill, so she got out of bed, put on her clothes and walked out.
"I'll go with you to collect dried mangoes, okay?"
"That's what a daughter looks like. Hurry up and go."
Nancy followed Jill downstairs. It was windy and raining heavy outside, and the servants were busy.
"Hurry up, Nancy," urged Jill.
In this way, Nancy ran into the rain with an umbrella. However, the wind was too strong, and the
umbrella could not protect her from the rain, so she was soon wet by the rain.
She had a stomachache, but Jill didn't allow her to go back to her room, just like a supervisor.
Until Nancy couldn't hold on any longer. With a pale face, she covered her stomach and fell into the
rain.
Later, she fell ill. Since then, she would have a stomachache every time she had her period. And it was
not regular, either early or late.
Jill never blamed herself or said anything pitiful. Instead, she blamed Nancy for being too weak to
withstand any storms.
Nancy didn't refute, but she thought in her heart, 'Am I not exposed to the wind and rain?' Why didn't
Jill allow Fannie to go to work in the rain and wind during her period?
Thinking of that. She realized that whatever she did, she wrong.
It suddenly occurred to Nancy that Jill had deliberately bullied her, wishing to destroy her uterus and
make her infertile again.
Jill was really a vicious woman!
"What's wrong? Why do you look so bad?" Charles asked worriedly as he fetched the sanitary pad for
Nancy.
"Stomachache, very uncomfortable, you won't understand!" Many women had experienced this kind of
pain. It was desolate, tugging, but heartbreaking.
"How about I get you some painkillers?" Charles asked.
"Okay." In fact, not every time she had a period, she would feel pain. Sometimes, it's not painful. It was
said that the dysmenorrhea of a woman would decrease after she gave birth to children. But she had
two children, and the dysmenorrhea did not weaken, but became more serious.
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