Lu’s father has AIDS. Although the disease is only transmitted through blood, sexual contact, and breast milk, and there is not much of a problem with contact with AIDS patients at other times.
However, most people, upon hearing that someone has this disease, choose to avoid it and avoid excessive contact.
Jiang Nanshu shrugged: “I’m fine with that, but I’m afraid your family won’t like me.”
After all, Lu’s mother’s attitude was firm; she had even come to make a scene a couple of days ago.
Lu Qingyan looked at Jiang Nanshu and smiled: “I like you, so why should I care about others?”
After things calmed down with Lu Qingyan, Jiang Nanshu finally felt that this was what life was all about.
All the arguing only drove them further apart.
Hearing Lu Qingyan’s confession, Jiang Nanshu blushed slightly: “Okay.”
The two of them had a simple dinner.
Lu Qingyan then put the bowl into the sink to wash it.
Jiang Nanshu stood at the door, watching him expectantly.
It was the first time Jiang Nanshu had ever seen a rich young master cook and wash dishes.
“Where did you learn to cook?” Jiang Nanshu asked, leaning against the doorway.
Lu Qingyan didn’t even look up: “Do I need to learn this? I’ll learn it after watching it twice.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
Some things really are just talent.
And Lu Qingyan had that talent.
He was good at everything he did.
Jiang Nanshu, on the other hand, knew nothing about this.
She touched her nose: “You go wash up, I’m going to take a shower.”
“Okay.” He replied softly.
Half an hour later, Lu Qingyan returned to his room.
Jiang Nanshu was checking the date on her phone. Almost a month had passed since she woke up, and her period hadn’t come once.
She only remembered that her period used to come on the 25th, and now it was almost May; her period was three days late.
Lu Qingyan glanced at her but didn’t say anything.
Even after taking a shower, Jiang Nanshu’s brows were still furrowed.
He dried his hair and asked, “What’s wrong? Did you run into some trouble?”
Jiang Nanshu glanced at him. He was currently wrapped in a towel around his lower body, water from his hair trickling down his neck and into his muscular chest, disappearing below his clearly defined V-line.
Jiang Nanshu quickly looked away, hesitated for a moment, and asked somewhat embarrassedly, “Lu Qingyan, have I had my period during these five years I’ve been in a vegetative state?”
Lu Qingyan raised an eyebrow slightly: “Yes. As long as a woman is still of reproductive age, she will have it.”
“Is the date on time?”
Lu Qingyan dried his hair halfway and sat down next to Jiang Nanshu: “Sometimes it’s on time, sometimes it’s late. Why are you asking?”
“I…I think my period is late.”
Lu Qingyan thought something was wrong and chuckled as he ruffled Jiang Nanshu’s hair: “Don’t worry so much, we always use protection.”
“Last time…you didn’t…”
Lu Qingyan raised an eyebrow: “It’s only been a little over a week since last time, how could there be? Don’t scare yourself.”
Lu Qingyan took a thin sheet from the bedside table and tore it open: “Let’s try again.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
“We’ve already done it many times yesterday, so let’s rest today.”
Lu Qingyan embraced her, his hot breath brushing against Jiang Nanshu’s neck, his voice slightly hoarse: “I’m in so much pain, please help me.”
Jiang Nanshu pushed against his chest: “No, I’m too tired.”
Lu Qingyan kissed her: “Just once then.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
It felt like they were talking past each other.
In the end, she also succumbed to this swamp, and the absurdity lasted until midnight before Jiang Nanshu finally rested.
The next morning, Lu Qingyan pulled her out of bed, wanting to take her to the old house.
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