Just as Jinsheng curled up under the blanket, she realized sothing was off.
She quickly climbed out of bed and dashed to the bathroom.
On the Mist Continent, certain feminine hygiene products could be directly purchased using Star Stones on the Terminal.
Because these were exclusively made for the Mist Continent’s females, even in the post-apocalyptic world, the Terminal provided them with the best resources.
There was no need to worry about safety concerns like length, thickness, or pH value.
Each female could even customize her own length, thickness, and other features on the Terminal based on her personal preferences.
Jinsheng took out a sanitary pad from the cabinet, placed it on, and felt reassured by how thoughtful the Terminal was.
To think that sothing as seemingly mundane as sanitary products, which had been poorly done in her previous world, was so much better in this post-apocalyptic one.
"Jinsheng?" Que Zelian’s concerned voice ca from the bedroom.
Jinsheng responded, just about to head out, but caught sight of her reflection in the mirror—the red marks all over her collarbone and chest.
She quickly grabbed a bath towel from the rack, wrapped it tightly around her shoulders, and cautiously made her way out.
Looking up, she saw four n standing by her bed, all dressed in sleepwear, their physiques and appearances ridiculously pleasing to the eye.
"Why are you all here?" Jinsheng asked with a guilty tone.
Luckily, the n’s attention was not on her bed.
"The one disrupting our sleep is Su Ye. It’s late at night, and he sounds like he’s fighting a war in the kitchen." Mo Jiao pinched his brow and turned to sit on Jinsheng’s soft beige sofa.
Comfortably reclining against the backrest, Mo Jiao picked up Jinsheng’s favorite green dinosaur throw pillow, gave it a squeeze, and said to her, "I like this. It’s mine now."
"Dream on." Jinsheng shot him a glare.
But just speaking forcefully made her stomach ache; she hunched over, clutching her abdon, and struggled to move toward the bed.
Before she could even take half a step, Que Zelian scooped her up horizontally.
He tilted his head and asked, "Is it your period?"
"Mm." Jinsheng replied, burying her face in his chest. "Que Zelian, I feel awful."
"The Terminal handbook ntioned that if females experience nstrual pain, they should maintain a cheerful mood, keep warm, and drink so brown sugar ginger tea before or after their period."
"I saw Su Ye going to make brown sugar ginger tea." Que Zelian gently placed Jinsheng back in her bed and asked in a soft voice, "The handbook also suggested that massaging the lower abdon can alleviate the pain. Should I give it a try?"
"Sure!" Jinsheng trusted Que Zelian inherently.
She scooted further toward the center of the bed, making room for him to sit next to her.
The warmth of his palm pressed against her chilly abdon, instantly making Jinsheng feel much better.
"If the pressure is too hard or too light, rember to tell ." Que Zelian positioned her so she could rest comfortably in his arms while also tucking her hand, marked with the Black Panther Totem, into the blanket.
Jinsheng had long forgotten about the Contractual Totem. Looking at Yu Yunxiao with hope, she asked, "Can the Healing Superpower cure nstrual cramps?"
"I’m sorry to tell you, but not yet." Yu Yunxiao shook his head. "I’d need to reach 6 Stars first."
"Brother, from now on, you’re my real brother. You better hurry up and reach 6 Stars!" Upon hearing it was possible, Jinsheng was so thrilled she nearly jumped out of bed, holding onto Yu Yunxiao to swear brotherhood.
Yu Yunxiao’s cat ears twitched, his mouth curling slightly. "I can’t cure cramps right now, but I *can* fix brains."
"Desperate tis call for desperate asures." Mo Jiao, fully reclining like a boss on the sofa, glanced over.
"Forget it. I don’t even have the energy to argue with you two." Jinsheng burrowed further into Que Zelian’s embrace, weakly muttering, "Today is not a good day. Yu Yunxiao and Mo Jiao get minus 1 point each."
"You’re both now at negative 6 points and negative 60 points respectively."
Her eyes suddenly lit up. "From now on, you’re no longer Proud Bro and Killjoy Bro. You’re just Little Six and Old Six now."
Huaiqing pressed his lips together and looked away, struggling to suppress his laughter.
Yu Yunxiao exploded first: "So you feel bad, and now you want to feel bad too?"
"You seem lively enough. Go run a couple of laps." Mo Jiao called out lazily from the couch.
Jinsheng closed her eyes, snuggling deeper into Que Zelian’s arms, pretending not to hear any of it.
When Su Ye ca in carrying a pot, he noticed the room had sohow filled with people.
"Weren’t you making brown sugar ginger tea?" Jinsheng looked at the pot he was holding. "What is this?"
"Enhanced brown sugar ginger tea," Su Ye replied.
He set the pot down in front of Jinsheng for her to see—it was stuffed like Eight-Treasure Porridge.
"I thought just ginger tea wouldn’t be enough, so I added goji berries, red dates, and longans."
As he ladled out a bowl, Su Ye continued, "But drinking this might cause heatiness, so I also threw in so snow fungus."
"The Terminal handbook also ntioned red date ginger tea with boiled eggs is effective, so I added four eggs."
"Hurry, drink this, and you’ll feel better." Su Ye held a spoonful up expectantly to Jinsheng’s lips.
This kind of concoction was a first for Jinsheng.
Knowing Su Ye’s reputation as a disaster in the kitchen, she couldn’t help being cautious.
But under Su Ye’s hopeful gaze—if not for his retracted ears and tail, he’d probably be wagging enthusiastically in front of her—she found it hard to reject his kind gesture. Tentatively, she tasted a bit from the spoon.
The flavor turned out surprisingly normal.
"How is it?" Su Ye asked eagerly.
"It’s good, but a bit too sweet." Jinsheng replied honestly.
"Really sweet?" Su Ye looked puzzled, tasting the remainder of the spoon. He nodded thoughtfully, "It is a little overly sweet. Tomorrow I’ll put in less sugar."
As he prepared the second spoonful for Jinsheng, he noticed that everyone was staring at him.
Mo Jiao, lounging on the sofa far away, looked over with a cryptic expression in his violet eyes.
Yu Yunxiao frowned slightly, his cat ears drooping in displeasure as he glared at Su Ye.
Huaiqing gave Su Ye a cold glance before withdrawing his gaze.
Only Que Zelian, still gently massaging Jinsheng’s abdon, was looking at him normally.
"It’s late at night—you’re not sleeping, leeching off her room—is there sothing you guys need?" Su Ye retorted sharply, looking back at them.
"None of your business." Yu Yunxiao, seated at the foot of the bed, grumbled, clearly unhappy.
Huaiqing offered a gentle smile. "As her Beast Husband, it’s only natural I check if she needs anything."
"Aren’t you planning to divorce?" Su Ye’s tone darkened.
Su Ye was well aware the Contractual Totem hadn’t appeared on Jinsheng’s nape because her first mate was Que Zelian.
He could tolerate Que Zelian being ahead of him.
But the remaining three n, who supposedly wanted out of the marriage, had no business competing with him!
"None of your business!" Yu Yunxiao snapped, his emotions flaring.
Mo Jiao, still on the sofa squeezing Jinsheng’s little dinosaur pillow, didn’t bother responding.
Huaiqing chuckled, "We’re still technically married, so I’ll fulfill my duties as her Beast Husband for now."
"You guys keep it down; I’m trying to sleep." Mo Jiao placed the dinosaur pillow back on the sofa, his long fra awkwardly curled up on the too-short couch, and imdiately dozed off.
Jinsheng hadn’t expected her room to beco so lively tonight, packed with five n refusing to leave.
With Su Ye unable to shoo them away, and her own attempts at peace futile, there was nothing left to do but endure the chaos.
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