princess poisonous

Qingge turned a deaf ear, her wrists whirled, and tied Na Hanjue's wrists back to the head of the bed again.

"Ge'er?" Na Hanjue frowned at her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

This little girl looks delicate and delicate, why is she so stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat?

Even if he belittled her, she had tortured him half to death just now, but he didn't do much, but she tied him up again.

Seeing that her face was getting paler and her body was shaking with pain, he didn't care about himself, and asked her in a panic, "Ge'er, what's wrong with you? Let me go, I'll show you!"

Qingge raised her legs and sat on Na Hanjue's body, pressed her painful abdomen with one hand, picked up the signature pen she just brought from downstairs with the other hand, and drew on Na Hanjue's face, "Give me the antidote!" ! Otherwise, I will draw you a bastard, and then take a picture and post it on the Internet, so that everyone in the cold city can see that you are a good-for-nothing young master!"

"The antidote?" Na Hanjue frowned even tighter, and instantly remembered that he once said that he had given Qingge the most poisonous poison in the world, which was colorless, odorless and tasteless, and that he had to take the antidote every month when the moon was full. Otherwise, he would bleed to death from his seven orifices, and his death would be worse than the ugliest and ugliest female ghost in the world!

"Damn it!" he cursed lowly, "Aren't you good at healing poison yourself? You don't know if you're not poisoned? That's the holy grade Yuhan Pill for detoxification. What kind of poison is it? You idiot!"

Yuhan Dan?

Qingge's expression was in a trance for a moment.

I vaguely remember that my beautiful aunt told her that Yuhan Dan is one of the best detoxification products in the world. There are only three in the world, and they are scattered all over the world. I don’t know whose hands it is. It is so rare that all poison users flock to it Ask for something.

That was Yuhan Pill!

He actually gave her the detoxifying holy product Yuhan Pill so lightly and skillfully!

But...if it was Yuhan Dan, why did her stomach hurt so much?

"You didn't lie to me?" Qingge took a pen and drew on his face.

Na Hanjue was annoyed, and stared at her fiercely, "Idiot!"

He won't lie to her!

She didn't know why she believed him so much, but she did.

Rolling off of him, she raised her hand and struggled to untie the rope on his wrist. She clutched her stomach and shivered into a ball.

"Ge'er!" As soon as he regained his freedom, he grabbed her into his arms, "How? What's going on?"

"Stomach hurts." Her face was as pale as paper, and the broken hair on her forehead was drenched in cold sweat.

"Damn it!" He cursed, pinched her wrist, and after a while, he coughed lightly, with a strange expression on his face, "Ge'er, do you have the habit of that..."

"What?" Qingge grabbed his clothes and groaned in pain.

"It's...every month...so what..." Young Master Na Han hesitated, his face was covered with a suspicious pink.

"Every month?" Qingge counted the days, and it was indeed her monthly tide time.

Is it dysmenorrhea?

will not!

Every time she comes, her tides are calm, often silent, and never painful.

"No!" Qingge shook her head weakly, "I don't hurt every time."

It will not hurt like a steel knife like now.

"Hey, go to the bathroom first." He helped her out of bed, stuffed her into the bathroom, then turned around and went out to find the maid to ask for the essentials for girls.

Qingge looked at the black and purple blood stained on her underwear, and almost suspected that she would die in the next moment!

Black and purple menstrual blood!

She never does this!

How could this be?