My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!-Chapter 67 - 68 _1

As he spoke, he was also thinking about getting out of bed.

“Don’t…

I’m fine!” Qiao Duo’er gritted her teeth and said.

Tan Zhenghong persuaded patiently, “Don’t force yourself, let Uncle Wu have a look, you will feel better after taking some medicine.”

If she said she was fine in this condition, what would it take for her to admit she wasn’t?

Qiao Duo’er bit her teeth and finally said, “I really am fine, it’s just my ‘time of the month’.”

Tan Zhenghong, who seldom had contact with women, naturally did not understand this euphemistic phrase, “What ‘time of the month’?”

Qiao Duo’er closed her eyes, she just wanted to be quiet for a while, but Tan Zhenghong wouldn’t let her, she even felt the urge to throw him out!

“You look so pained, we must see the doctor, otherwise I won’t be at ease,” Tan Zhenghong was very determined.

“It’s ‘that time of the month,’ something that happens to every woman each month.”

Qiao Duo’er threw caution to the wind, it wasn’t shameful to speak of this natural physiological phenomenon, right?

Sigh, that’s how she consoled herself.

But in reality, she wanted to find a crack in the floor to crawl into, firstly for the quiet, and secondly because she was too embarrassed to face anyone.

She sighed and took some clean white cloth and sewing materials and sat on the bed.

Without sanitary pads, she could only sew a cloth pad to use as a substitute.

Qiao Duo’er felt like cursing, was there anyone more unlucky than her?

And her original body’s mother was just too terrible, not even giving her a cloth pad when she got married.

Okay, she admitted she was a bit of a clean freak, she wouldn’t use something used by others, even though that ‘other person’ was also this body.

Watching Qiao Duo’er’s hands shake with pain, Tan Zhenghong took the needle and thread from her hands, “Tell me how to sew it, and I’ll help you.”

“Can you really?” Qiao Duo’er was very skeptical, a grown man using a needle and thread?

The idea alone seemed bizarre.

Tan Zhenghong nodded, “A little, but I’m not very good at it.”

Qiao Duo’er suddenly remembered Tan Zhenghong’s clothes were probably mended by himself.

Probably no other woman’s stitches were as ugly as his, uneven in length and messy.

Qiao Duo’er gritted her teeth; she really wasn’t in a state suitable for sewing, so she let Tan Zhenghong go ahead.

After all, the requirements for the stitching of a pad weren’t very high.

“Just sew around the edges,” she said.

Tan Zhenghong nodded, then started sewing with the needle and thread, clumsy but serviceable, although slow.

Tan Zhenghong felt a bit awkward; he had never sewn anything for a woman before, and the first time was for Qiao Duo, and for…

that.

He guessed he was probably the only one who would ever have this honor in this lifetime.

But thinking about it, why did it feel a bit bittersweet?