She felt that she had grown rapidly from her previous experience of accidentally breathing with him, and now she no longer felt uncomfortable because she was too close to him.

Her slender fingers grasped the collar of his chest, not taking the initiative to move forward, just waiting for his reaction.

He stared at her, his eyes were very deep and quiet.

After a while, he raised his hand.

The nails were trimmed evenly and cleanly, and they were scraped along the edge of her plump lower lip slowly. His fingertips were stained with a little bit of her dark lipstick.

Ou Ou's smooth breathing rhythm was interrupted by him for a moment.

But he just pushed her away through his actions.

"It's time to go back, little Ou." he said.

With an indulgent smile as adults watch children playing.

... What kind of indulgence is there? If he really wants to indulge her, he should accept her kiss invitation now. Ou Ou thought that he was still too polite. She should have cut it off first instead of asking him first.

He got up first and walked out.

Ouou followed him.

This midnight cinema is still open and continues to play its scheduled movies, so the light in the screening room is still dim.

Ou Ou was thinking about something in his mind when he accidentally stepped on something empty.

Staggering, she subconsciously tried to grab the back of the seat in front of her.

Before that, a big hand came up from her waist with a strong wrist. Although he tried hard to help her stabilize her body, he restrained himself like a gentleman.

Even so, because her camisole was short and exposed her belly, his palms and the skin of her lower back were in contact with each other without any hindrance. During the three seconds when he exerted force, his fingertips were pressed against hers.

On the ups and downs of the back.

The heart in his chest beat faster without her permission. Ou Ou didn't think much about it. The moment he retracted his hand from her waist, he grabbed his sleeve, quickly stood up on tiptoes, and stepped on her.

Plans put into action.

Unfortunately, in her haste, she did not kiss him on the mouth in the end, her lips only stuck to the bottom corner of his mouth.

In fact, she should have adjusted the position of her lips immediately afterwards, took advantage of his surprise, pursued the victory, and successfully kissed him, but she didn't know why she didn't do this - Ou quickly left the screening room after stealing his way.

Ou, reviewing his behavior two minutes ago, was extremely upset and couldn't remember what she was thinking after she kissed the corner of his mouth.

Anyway, she is definitely not shy. There is never a word "shy" in her dictionary. When she was very young, she was good at taking away the first kiss of children of the same age, and she was the kind of person who kills both men and women. According to Ms. Ou Yunyao,

, just because she is too wild and a complete "first kiss" killer, many parents are afraid to let their children play with her.

Later, when Ms. Ou Yunyao gave her gender awareness education, she told her very seriously that she must get rid of her bad habit of kissing everyone she met, otherwise it would be easy for bad people with ulterior motives to take advantage of her.

She also retorted at that time that she did not kiss everyone she met, but only good-looking people could get this kind of treatment that she used to express her love. Ms. Ou Yunyao wanted to laugh to death from her.

Of course, she later stopped giving too many kisses of her own.

Things are rare and valuable, and her Ouou's kiss must be priceless.

Turning her head, Ou Ou looked at the man who was a step behind her with a smile, and blinked her electric eyes, which she had become increasingly proficient in after practicing in the bar recently: "Brother, you must not wash your face for at least three days."

"If you have to wash..." she trailed off, raising her hand to touch the corner of her mouth to indicate the spot where she kissed him, "wash other places, don't touch here."

He looked at her silently for a while and said nothing.

When he walked out of the theater door, Ouou stopped and waited for him to go with him.

It was past five o'clock in the morning, and the summer sky dawned early. At this time, the faint morning light reflected from the narrow sky cut out above the alley.

Ou Ou stretched his waist while yawning, then took his arm again, and put his head against it affectionately, and said with a smile: "I'm so sleepy, let's go home and sleep together, brother."

She just said it deliberately as if they were going to sleep on the same bed. Because she was happy, even happier than she had just finished dancing.

What was extremely sad was that, not long after returning home, Ouou was tossing and turning in bed due to menstrual cramps and was unable to fall into deep sleep.

Every time she gets her period, she feels so uncomfortable that a layer of her skin peels off.

And this month’s period is earlier than last month, one week earlier.

She huddled up under the quilt with her back bent and her belly covered. She vaguely heard a knock on the door and someone calling "Little Ou".

His head emerged from under the quilt.

The air-conditioning filled the room filled her neck with cold air. She shuddered and retracted half of her head.

Confirming that the movement outside the door was not her auditory hallucination, she first tried to respond aloud, but she was so weak that she really had no strength.

Then she tried, shivering and wrapping herself in the quilt, trying to answer the door.

However, rather than saying that she climbed out of bed, it would be better to say that she slid out of bed.

After sliding out of bed, she sat on the floor and could not stand up.

At this time, her bedroom door was opened with a key from the outside.

The person who just knocked on the door and called her walked in quickly and squatted in front of her: "What's wrong?"

While asking questions, Ouou was also carried back to the bed from the floor.

There was no need for her to answer the question, because the blood stained on the sheets was clearly visible.

Ou Ou apologized: "I'm sorry, brother, I will clean it later. Just give me these sheets and bedding."

He didn't pay attention to this question. He touched her cold forehead with his palm and frowned slightly: "Is it dysmenorrhea? How long have you been having pain?"

Ou Ou nodded first, answering the previous question, and then shook his head, indicating that he could not find the energy to pay attention to the time.

He straightened up, turned off the air conditioner in her bedroom at a very low setting, covered her with the quilt, and walked out without saying a word.

Ouou hunched over the bed again in pain.

I don't know how long it took, but he came in again.

After going back and forth several times, he first helped her up to drink hot water, then after a while he got some brown sugar water from somewhere, and finally gave her a warm patch.

In fact, all Ouou wants is ibuprofen tablets.

She proposed it to him.

He asked: "Still not better?"

Ou Ou nodded. There are better ones. But she doesn't like to be tortured. She likes relief methods that are more effective. That is, not at home. If she were at home and everything was ready, she would not be in such pain.

Why do you need to be patient for so long?

"Are you always like this? Do you always take ibuprofen tablets?" he asked again.

Ou Ou could vaguely tell that he didn't seem to want her to take medicine.

Physical discomfort and emotional backlog made her very unhappy, and she directly made a bad face to him: "You have been taking care of me for so long, and I have bought all my medicines. Uncle, I didn't expect you to be a bad person."

, you want me to hurt to death."
Chapter completed!