I raised a husband in ancient times

As far as he knew, girls would have special days every month. Could it be that the brothers here also have them?No wonder he was able to have a baby, that's how it is, forgive him for his ignorance.

During this period, my brother's emotions will become sensitive, so take care of him more, Lu Yiming thought so, went to the kitchen to make a bowl of brown sugar water, and under the bewildered eyes of the other party, reminded: "Drink more hot water."

Pei Xing went in without knowing it, took the brown sugar water in a daze, gulped it down under Lu Yiming's gaze, and corrected: "My father has no sister, and I have no aunt."

That's right, it didn't seem to be called that in ancient times, because he couldn't express it clearly.

Lu Yiming said solemnly: "Auntie Lai said that menstruation is coming. Does your brother also...?"

Speaking of such a private matter, Lu Yiming was quite embarrassed, but someone else was more embarrassing, Pei Xing stuffed the bowl back into Lu Yiming's arms heavily.

Menstruation?How can my brother have menstruation?

This anger came out of nowhere, like a child who doesn't get attention and secretly finds that his father has given a stranger the candy he craves for a long time.

His heart was inexplicably sore, the husband knew that women would have menstruation, but he didn't know that brother didn't have such a thing at all.

But anyone who knows a little bit about my brother's situation will not say a word, which just shows that my husband is not interested in my brother at all.

That's right, what my husband likes is women, and he is forced to marry him. Even if he is lying naked on the bed, my husband will not take a second look.

So what is he expecting these days?

The way the husband treats him is obviously the same as that of sister Liu next door to her ten-year-old son.

Not long ago, he was ashamed to ask Brother Shu for this album, so what if he got it?There is no need for it at all, and the husband does not want to have children with him at all.

He clutched his sleeves tightly with both hands, telling himself not to cry, what her husband dislikes the most is this cowardly appearance.

"Husband, I'm a little tired, can I sleep for a while?"

He felt blocked in his heart, took a deep breath, and tried to speak in a calm tone, but the trill still leaked his emotions thoroughly.

Perhaps it was because of his emotional fluctuations, Lu Yiming felt the indifference of being thousands of miles away from his words, and for the first time he felt flustered and at a loss.

What's going on here?

"Is it because your stomach hurts? Was the brown sugar water useless just now? Then I'll take you to see Dr. Li. If it really doesn't work, let's go to the town clinic. It's fine."

Even if he is playing petty temper, the husband only thinks that he is uncomfortable, speaks softly to him, and doesn't think he is a trouble.

It's so warm, such a husband doesn't want to let go at all.

How could he have such an idea?

Carefully recalling the details of this month, my husband taught him to read and write, my husband's warm arms when protecting him, and my husband's face when he was concentrating. The clear pictures are like yesterday.

Such a gentle and considerate husband, how can people not be happy?

It turned out that he had already fallen under this kind of tenderness. He liked Lu Yiming, so because of Song Yan's taste, he cared about what her husband thought of him, longed to have children for him, and looked forward to growing old together with her husband.

He really likes her husband.

But the husband doesn't like him.

Thinking of this, his heart felt as if it had been pricked by thousands of needles, it hurt so much.

"Husband, I'm in so much pain, I want to sleep for a while."

Lu Yiming saw his pale face, his eyes were even red with pain, he stood aside anxiously, but he was helpless.

Helping people tighten the quilt, his eyes fell on this bloodless face, no matter how unpleasant it looked, he still liked the smiling face of the little guy beside him, not because he was sick, his face was as white as paper, and he had no blood. Looking angry.

After a long time, Lu Yiming walked out of the room. The person who had closed his eyes turned sideways, curled up, and gently buried his head in the pillow, letting the unstoppable tears fall from the corners of his eyes and faint on the soft pillow.

"Brother Xing, what's the matter?"

Just now the young couple walked in front, but now only one person came out frowning and closed the house. Isn't this a conflict?

Lu Yiming happened to be looking for Lu's mother. For this kind of thing, he had to ask someone with experience: "Mother, my brother's stomach hurts during menstruation, what should I do?"

Lu's mother was dumbfounded when she asked this question, and she almost wondered if there was something wrong with her ears: "Brother? Menstruation?"

The key is that Lu Yiming replied very positively: "Yes, brother Xing has menstruation and his stomach hurts. I see him feeling very uncomfortable. Mother, do you know how to relieve it?"

Mother Lu looked at him like a fool: "How did you know about his menstruation?"

"He was holding his stomach all the time before, I asked."

She also saw the matter of Brother Shu coming to find Pei Xing with a big belly, thinking of it, Mother Lu could probably guess what was going on, and she said earnestly: "Ah Bao, brother has no menstruation. .”

My brother doesn't have menstruation, why does the little guy lie to himself?

Lu Yiming couldn't figure it out, he had faintly noticed something was wrong with the other party before, so what happened?

Seeing Lu Yiming's dazed face, she glanced at the closed door and asked in a low voice, "Tell mother honestly, do you still like that Song Yan?"

What does brother's menstruation have to do with liking Song Yan?

He shook his head, without waves in his eyes: "I don't like it."

"Then you like women? Don't you like brother?"

"Mom, what do you want to say?"

Lu Yiming has always liked to hit the straight ball, and this roundabout trial was too time-consuming.

Lu's mother sighed, her son is good at everything, but he is a little stupid in some aspects, but it doesn't matter, with her as a mother, the square one can become round, not to mention this little misunderstanding.

"Ah Bao, brother Xing has been in our house for three years, and your father and I have always treated him as another son, but there are some things that we can't say out loud, he is helpless here, the closest People should be you too."

"Before, seeing that you treated Brother Xing well, our hanging hearts also fell."

"Men, in terms of carefulness, they are indeed inferior to women and brothers. Since you know that women have menstruation, how can you not understand that brothers don't?"

"When you ask this question, it's clear that you don't pay much attention to brother Xing. Isn't that sincere to trouble him? What do you want him to think?"

As for why Xinggeer lied to Yiming about having menstruation, Lu's mother didn't say anything, and she believed her son's inference is still there.

After some dialing, seeing that her son listened carefully, she took the firewood and left to go to the kitchen to finish cooking.

That nervous look, if you say it doesn't mean anything to Brother Xing, she wouldn't believe it even if she killed her.

Lu Yiming's paralyzed face has changed several times. After digesting Lu's mother's words, he summed up one point: the little guy has a taste.

Does that mean he likes him?

This recognition swept away his previous sullenness, and the corners of his tightly pursed mouth rose slightly, and he couldn't help widening the arc, his face beaming with joy.

He turned and turned back, stood lightly in front of the wooden bed, stared at the tight ball, and pulled off the quilt covering his head.

Unexpectedly, he leaned down, and a superficial kiss landed on his bright red mole.

"So, is it still uncomfortable?"