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    Ultimate Foodie: Dedicated Myself for Eating

    Chapter 17: The Nonexistence of Gentleness (1)

    Story: Ultimate Foodie: Dedicated Myself for Eating Author:beipianaideshizi words:4112 Update time:2023-06-26 08:18:31

    The next morning at six o'clock, Zhu Yuzhu's internal clock woke her up punctually. As soon as she finished washing up, she prepared to go out for morning exercises.

    In the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a lifeless body, pale as a sheet, curled up on the plush sofa. Its forehead twitched slightly, instantly bringing to mind the forgotten giant pet.

    Warm fingertips were placed on her pale face, the icy touch causing her pretty brows to furrow.

    Without a fever, even though it was the tail end of summer, I don't know when I ended up lying on this side, with such a chilling body temperature. Could it be that I caught a cold?

    "Wake up, lass... wake up."

    "Qiqi..." Mu Yumu's bloodshot eyes slowly opened, his voice low and feeble, striking directly at Zhu Yuzhu's heart.

    "Why are you lying here to sleep? Is there any discomfort? Zhu Yuzhu looked at her curled up body, lacking any energy."

    "Aunt Flo is here, my stomach hurts..." He pouted, his soft and innocent voice accompanied by his distinctly contrasting black and white eyes as he looked at her.

    "Hmm hmm..."

    A pink and tender little pig kept nuzzling into her warm embrace, making adorable snorting sounds in her ears. The pig's whole body was filled with the yearning to be held and stroked.

    Zhu Yuzhu unconsciously reached out and gently rubbed her belly. She heard her comfortable moans in her ear and returned to reality, looking at Mu Yumu who was cuddling a pillow with furrowed brows, curling up the corners of her mouth slightly.

    It's true, they are exactly the same.

    "I'll make you a cup of brown sugar water." Zhu Yuzhu quietly withdrew her hand, smiling with a hint of joy in her eyes.

    Under her reluctant hums, she went to the room and fetched a cup of warm brown sugar water soaked with a warm palace patch.

    "Drink up the water and go back to your room for a nap," Zhu Yuzhu helped her stick on a warm uterus patch, blew on the water to cool it down, and handed it to her, glancing at the time.

    Mu Yumeng considered the mess on the bed for a moment, a blush forming on her face. In Zhu Yuzhu's eyes, it seemed as if she had a fever, and a warmth welled up in her heart.

    "Are you having a fever?"

    "No, are you getting up so early to go to the shop?"

    "I'm going for a morning exercise, then I'll go to the store at nine. Can you wake up early? I'll walk you back to your room."

    "No need, no need. You go for your morning exercise, I'll just lie down for a while and return to the room."

    "Are you sure you can?"

    "Uh-huh, go ahead."

    "I'll be back soon. If you're really uncomfortable, I'll buy medicine for you."

    "Alright, hurry and go."

    Mu Yu smiled and waved at her. Seeing that she seemed to be feeling better, Zhu Yuzhu felt relieved and left.

    After her figure disappeared, Mu Yumu's smile suddenly faltered. He carefully checked the sofa again and, once he confirmed there was nothing on it, he held his stomach and slowly made his way back to his room.

    Lying on one side, peacefully sleeping with a pillow wrapped in a blanket, while in the middle of the bedsheet, there was a messy and eye-catching red blood stain.

    Mu Yu flipped through the wardrobe, but couldn't find any new sheets or duvet covers. When Madam Yu packed her things, she didn't bother to prepare such common household items for her.

    With great effort, he forcefully stripped off the bed sheets and covers, forming a messy pile in the corner. Clutching his stomach, his disheveled long hair mixed with sweat stuck to his face. The woman reflected in the mirror now had a sickly paleness, resembling a female ghost crawling out of the mirror.

    If it hadn't been for the coldness invading her body from yesterday's fall into the water, her menstrual period wouldn't have been so painful today that it woke her up in the middle of the night, leaving her weak and feeble, just like Lin Meimei.

    Soaking the soiled spot in the basin, vigorously rubbing it, the dry trace from the overnight now gradually turns into a faint pink mark in her soft hands. No matter how much she kneads it or uses a brush to scrub, it stubbornly persists.