"But..." Li Qingshen cleared his throat, his gaze drifted slightly, and his tone was stiff and he spit out the following words: "You seem to feel uncomfortable."

"I'm used to it," Ling Momo curled his eyes: "It hurts every time he comes. After enduring the first night, it won't hurt so much in the future, so it's okay."

"Is that true?" Li Qingshen looked at Ling Momo's expression, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

Ling Momo nodded and said, "That's right."

As if she was afraid that Li Qingshen would not believe it, Ling Momo nodded heavily again: "It's really like this."

Li Qingshen looked at Ling Momo and said nothing. After a while, he still looked for confirmation with a little distrust: "Are you sure you can hold on? If it really doesn't work, don't force yourself."

Ling Momo suddenly thought that Li Qingshen did not give up on the plateau reaction when he was on the verge of life and death, not to mention that they had already climbed halfway up the mountain and gave up halfway, which seemed to be a little loss.

And she was actually nothing serious. She was just a menstrual event that all women would have, so how could she give up?

Ling Momo nodded firmly to Li Qingshen and said, "Teacher, I'm really okay, I can."

When she said this, there was a bright light in her eyes and a stubbornness hanging on her face, as if she was telling Li Qingshen that she would never give up.

"Teacher, this matter is normal for every girl, it's no big deal at all, so don't worry, I'll get used to it slowly, and I've already survived the most uncomfortable first night. Are you still afraid of the remaining days?"

Li Qingshen looked at Ling Momo like this and moved his lips, but he didn't say anything else after all.

…

In the next few days, Li Qingshen seemed to be deliberately taking care of Ling Momo. The mountain climbing speed was much slower, and he set up a tent to rest early in the evening.

I don’t know if it was because of fatigue or because of God’s blessing to Ling Momo. In the past, every menstruation took six or seven days, but this time it ended in only four days.

Ling Momo knew that it might be due to the irregular menstruation caused by fatigue this time, so he needed to go to the hospital to prescribe medicine and condition it when he went down the mountain. However, in this extraordinary period, especially in the next two days, there were no sanitary napkins and only toilet paper, which added a lot of trouble, but it was not a good thing.

As soon as the menstrual period ended, Ling Momo felt much more relaxed. Because climbing a mountain requires simplicity, he cannot take a bath, and even his clothes cannot be replaced and taken off. So Ling Momo brought some disposable underwear. When the menstrual period was over, several underwear were stained, which far exceeded her plan. Ling Momo looked at the remaining inventory, hesitated for a while, and decided to wash and make do.

When Li Qingshen fell asleep at night, she took her clothes and quietly got out of the tent. She found a small basin and poured some cold water into it.

The weather was very cold and the water was so cold. Ling Momo could not help but tremble when she touched the water. She threw her clothes into the basin, then squatted on the ground, stared at the basin for a long time, finally gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and with a hint of determination to die, she reached into the basin.

However, before her hand could touch the cold water, a slender hand suddenly reached out from the side and took the basin in front of her at a constant speed.

Ling Momo opened her eyes wide in surprise, turned her head, and saw Li Qingshen's handsome and elegant side face like a portrait.

Why is the teacher here? Didn’t he fall asleep?

Ling Momo opened her mouth and subconsciously shouted: "Teacher."

Li Qingshen didn't fall asleep at all, but felt the girl not far away moving around in the quilt, making a slight sound, and he didn't know what she was doing.

He didn't say anything, but after a while, the girl actually tiptoed out of the tent in the dark.

He thought she was going to the bathroom, so he didn't care. However, after waiting for a while, he didn't wait until the other person came back, so he stood up in peace and followed him out.

The moonlight that night was very bright, and he could see the girl squatting on the ground not far away.

He quickly stepped forward.

She never noticed it, and was still staring at the thing in front of her. When he walked in, she realized it was a basin.

Then, I saw her with a strange expression on her face and put her hand into the water.

In such a cold day, the water must be extremely cold. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but reach out and took the basin away.

When Li Qingshen thought of this, he spoke lightly and said, "The water is too cold, I'll do it."

Then, he slowly squatted down and reached into the basin of cold water. In the past, there was already ice residue in the water, but he seemed to be unable to feel the cold at all, and his face calmly took her clothes and washed them.

Ling Momo squatted aside, first looked at the water basin, then moved along Li Qingshen's hand, and finally paused on Li Qingshen's side face.

His expression was very focused, staring at her clothes and scrubbing them carefully.

After several seconds, she realized that Li Qingshen was helping her wash her underwear...

Suddenly, her face turned completely red.

This is too embarrassing...

Ling Momo resisted the urge to get into the ground and said in a somewhat unsteady voice: "Old, teacher, I, I, I, I will do it myself, come."

Li Qingshen was like not hearing her words, without any impatience, and was extremely serious, and continued to wash her clothes as if she was taking something extremely serious.

Ling Momo couldn't stand it and reached out to take back her clothes.

But as soon as her hand reached halfway, Li Qingshen suddenly turned his head and glanced at her lightly.

She subconsciously stopped her movements.

The mountain was very quiet. She squatted beside her, holding the embarrassment that was so thick that it could not be melted and she dared not move around.

After a while, she noticed that the sound of water disappeared, turned her head and looked at it. It was Li Qingshen who poured out the water and replaced it with new water.

The moonlight was faint, sprinkling all over his body like flowing clouds and water. His slender figure squatted there, but he still couldn't hide the arrogance and aloofness that came out of his bones.

Especially at this time, under the contrast of moonlight and white snow, his unique aura of nobleness and arrogance became increasingly strong and ostentatious.

The man under the moonlight is like a god, perfect and impeccable, and dreamy and extremely unreal.
Chapter completed!