Chapter 614: The Scoundrel Princess's Daily Slacking Chapter 707: Menstruation

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Xiao Jing'er responded softly, then tossed the small snowball in her hand into the snow Yan Qianqian had pushed over with a shovel.

That little hand gripped the small snowball tightly, pushing it forward to roll, rolling several times before picking it up and patting it gently in her hand.

Repeating this operation until Yan Qianqian thought there was enough snow, she discovered Xiao Jing'er had actually rolled out a snowball almost as big as her head!

The little one raised her head, looking at Yan Qianqian full of anticipation, revealing a row of teeth white as snow, and shouted in a childish voice: "Auntie, come quickly! Xiao Jing'er can't roll it anymore!"

Hearing the sound, Yan Qianqian responded hurriedly: "Okay, coming, coming!" Before her voice faded, she put down the iron hoe in her hand and quickly walked to Xiao Jing'er's side.

After taking the snowball, Yan Qianqian rolled it slightly harder, and the snowball immediately became much larger. However, when she noticed the remaining snow was almost gone, she immediately stopped and carefully placed the large snowball on the ground.

Next, she gestured for Xiao Jing'er to continue rolling a slightly smaller snowball, intending to use it as the snowman's head.

But just then, Yan Qianqian suddenly felt the glove she was wearing seemed a bit strange—as if it had been soaked by water.

Looking closely, it turned out this pair of woolen gloves had long been soaked through from prolonged contact with the snow... Only then did she come back to her senses as if waking from a dream, her gaze falling on Xiao Jing'er, and she asked concernedly: "Xiao Jing'er, has your glove been soaked by water?"

Only to see Xiao Jing'er blinking her big eyes, responding softly: "Mm... a little wet, but it's okay!"

Actually, Xiao Jing'er knew very clearly in her heart that her glove had long been soaked through a large area.

But if she told the truth to her aunt, maybe her aunt would forbid her from playing anymore. So the little one had a sudden inspiration and told a little lie.

After hearing Xiao Jing'er say it was just a little damp, Yan Qianqian secretly pondered. Perhaps it was because she had just kneaded that huge snowball hard, accidentally getting snow on the glove.

After all, the snowball Xiao Jing'er rolled was relatively small, so naturally it was affected less.

Thinking this, Yan Qianqian did not dwell on it too much, but turned around to continue helping Xiao Jing'er make the snowman's head.

Not long after, another small and exquisite snowball was born. Although this snowball was much smaller than the previous one, for the young Xiao Jing'er, it was still as heavy as Mount Tai, unable to move an inch.

Helplessly, he could only look at Yan Qianqian with eyes full of pleading, and called out in a coquettish voice: "Auntie, Jing'er really can't hold it~"

Looking at the extremely cute nephew in front of her who was acting coquettish and cute toward her, Yan Qianqian's heart instantly became extremely soft, and she responded hurriedly: "Okay, Auntie will come help right away!"

Before her voice faded, she had already quickly stretched out both arms, steadily hugging that snowball, and then gently placed it on top of the large snowball previously piled up.

Thus, the snowman's body had initially taken shape; next, only a little decoration was needed to complete it.,

Yan Qianqian and Xiao Jing'er returned to the house first, taking off their gloves. Yan Qianqian's gloves had actually been soaked through by snow water, as if water would drip down at any moment;

and her originally tender and fair little hands were now red like apples from the severe cold.

At the same time, Xiao Jing'er beside her was no better off, the wet gloves in her hand seemed to be telling of the hardships it had just experienced.

Shangguan Xingyan saw this, hurriedly called Mantou, and instructed: "Hurry and bring a basin of warm water to warm their hands!"

After Mantou agreed and left, Shangguan Xingyan turned to face Yan Qianqian and Xiao Jing'er, comforting them: "You two wash your hands first, rest for a moment, then we'll continue building the snowman!"

Actually, he knew very clearly in his heart that there was no need to roll snowballs anymore; only a few decorations were needed to complete it, so he did not say any words to spoil everyone's interest.

Not long after, Mantou brought a basin of steaming warm water with quick hands and feet.

Yan Qianqian and Xiao Jing'er eagerly stretched out both hands into the warm water, a comfortable and relaxed feeling instantly spread through their bodies, and the two closed their eyes at the same time to enjoy this rare warmth.

Because worrying that directly using scalding hot water would more easily cause frostbite on the skin, Mantou specially brought only warm water of suitable temperature.

As time passed second by second, Yan Qianqian and Xiao Jing'er clearly felt their hands gradually returning to normal body temperature, but just then, Yan Qianqian suddenly felt a dull pain in her abdomen.

Helplessly, she could only softly say to Xiao Jing'er beside her: "Xiao Jing'er, wait a moment for Auntie, Auntie needs to go to the lavatory."

Xiao Jing'er nodded sensibly in response: "Okay, Auntie, go quickly! I'll wait here obediently for you to come back~" Before her voice faded, Yan Qianqian had already hurriedly run toward the toilet...

Yan Qianqian covered her stomach with a pale face, walking unsteadily into the lavatory. Time passed second by second, but Yan Qianqian still did not come out from inside, which made Mantou, waiting outside the door, anxious and worried.

Finally unable to suppress the anxiety and worry in her heart, Mantou knocked lightly on the door a few times and asked softly: "Miss, are you alright?"

After a moment, Yan Qianqian's slightly trembling and somewhat timid response came from inside the lavatory: "Man... Mantou, can you... can you come in and help me? I feel I can't hold on anymore!"

Hearing this, Mantou's heart tightened, no longer caring about anything else, she pushed the door open without hesitation and asked urgently: "Miss, where exactly are you uncomfortable?"

Only to see Yan Qianqian's face pale as paper, large beads of sweat rolling down her forehead, her lips also losing color and becoming extremely pale.

Yan Qianqian endured the severe pain and answered: "Man... Mantou, I am... bleeding, and... my abdomen hurts unbearably, I truly don't know what internal injury I suffered at what time and place, what should I do now..."

Mantou panicked upon hearing this, but still tried to calm herself down, continuing to ask: "Miss... Miss, do you feel unbearable pain in your lower abdomen? And does this pain occur intermittently, like waves coming one after another?" Yan Qianqain nodded painfully, indicating it was exactly so.

Until now, Mantou's heart that had been hanging finally settled a bit, and she hurriedly comforted: "Miss, don't be afraid, this is something you must go through every month—menstruation has arrived, not a serious injury. Please wait a moment, Miss, while your servant quickly goes to get a menstrual pad."