Sure enough, as soon as she arrived at the washroom, she saw red dots on her pants. When she saw them, her face flushed red in embarrassment. Her face was as scalding hot as the boiling kettle. Could Zhai Muchen have seen it? What was she even thinking about? He must have seen it. But...but maybe he did not know what it was?
Han Ruochen tried many means and ways to console herself. But as soon as she saw the stuff that Zhai Muchen had passed her through the space under the door, all of her thoughts disappeared at once. When Han Ruochen saw this, her face flushed bright red once again. It turned so red that blood could be seen dripping down from it. She looked at the clean underwear and the winged sanitary napkin and covered her face with her hands in shame.
