Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 584: Chapter 582: Buying Sanitary Pads for the Young Lady

When she reached the door of this room, the moment she raised her hand ready to knock, somehow, she suddenly lost the courage in her heart.

Maybe inside she was afraid, afraid to see the scene she wanted.

But she felt like she was overthinking, yet girls in love love to imagine these nonsensical things.

Song Nuan thought in her heart, just a bit of trust between them was necessary.

How could he possibly do those things? But she just couldn’t suppress the thoughts in her mind.

After struggling with herself many times in her heart, she finally took out her phone and called him.

She made the call standing at the door of the room.

The phone rang for quite a while before it was connected.

The man’s voice was hoarse: "Song Nuan."

"Where are you?" Song Nuan asked.

Lu Yan didn’t lie, answered particularly honestly, "Downstairs."

"Downstairs?" Song Nuan: "Why are you downstairs?"

There was ten seconds of silence on the other side of the phone.

Song Nuan tightened her grip on the phone.

Just as she was about to speak again, the man’s voice came over the phone, "I couldn’t control myself in front of you."

"So I went downstairs and got a room."

"Wanted to be alone for a while, take a cold shower."

The words were spoken very honestly and bluntly.

Making Song Nuan’s face bloom into a smile.

"When will you come up to find me?"

Lu Yan: "Until it’s resolved."

He was now completely immersed in the bathtub, filled with cold water, yet he felt hot all over.

Like he’d been drugged.

"Then let me know when you resolve it, I’ll be waiting for you upstairs."

"Hmm." Lu Yan: "If you want to eat, order delivery."

"Hmm."

After returning upstairs, Song Nuan didn’t do anything, indeed she ordered delivery, then looked at her book.

Her major in college was Chemistry.

She just loved these brain-burning and stimulating things, every time she solved one, it felt very fulfilling.

Approximately one or two hours later, the man finally came up.

When he came up, the girl was delving into the sea of books.

Seeing the man come up, she immediately put down the book in her hand.

Ran over, smiling cheerfully: "Quite enduring, huh?"

"Turns out you’re not that old."

"I said you’re not young, what do you keep in your head all day?"

Song Nuan: "A head full of knowledge."

"And the theory of being in love with you." Song Nuan smiled with her eyes bent: "I just don’t know when you will practice it with me."

"After this semester, when I have winter break, my head might have even more theories, shall I come back to discuss them with you then?"

Lu Yan looked at her quirky demeanor, couldn’t help but laugh.

"Have you eaten yet? I saw you ordered delivery."

"Didn’t have time to eat, let’s go out for hot pot, I feel like having hot pot."

Lu Yan obliged Song Nuan.

Arriving at the hot pot place, the hot pot was already served.

Song Nuan felt a pain in her belly.

She exclaimed in her heart, oh no.

Why does my period have to come now?

Lu Yan, sitting across, quickly noticed the odd expression on the girl’s face.

"What’s wrong?" Lu Yan: "Are you uncomfortable? Should I take you to the hospital for a check-up?"

Song Nuan waved it off: "Maybe my period just started, I’ll go to the restroom."

"Could you please go to the supermarket for me?" Song Nuan looked at Lu Yan: "Just buy something, it’ll do."

Saying so, the girl clutched her belly and headed to the bathroom.

Lu Yan: "..."

Two minutes later, the man reached the nearby convenience store.

In the store, he wandered back and forth for two minutes.

The clerk saw this man acting strangely, approached and asked: "Sir, do you need anything?"

"Hmm." Lu Yan pursed his lips: "For a girl, during her period, sanitary pads."

Speaking this made him extremely awkward.

Never felt so embarrassed, never in this lifetime felt so awkward.

Although he felt this way, his face remained unchanged.

The clerk was a girl too, hearing his words, she immediately smiled.

"Is this your first time buying for your girlfriend? It’s okay, don’t be shy, I’ll show you, it’s right here." The clerk led him to the section: "There are night, day, extra cotton, mesh ones, thin types, thick types."

"Which one do you need?"

Lu Yan: "..."

These words sounded like gibberish to him, completely clueless.

Standing in front of the shelf of sanitary pads, he licked his lips, trying to organize his thoughts: "Just..."

"Buy..."

After organizing his thoughts for ages, he didn’t know what to ask or say.

Finally—

Lu Yan slowly sighed: "Recommend something, I’m not familiar, what do girls usually use?"

"How old?"

Lu Yan: "..."

The clerk said: "I didn’t mean anything, just asking, knowing the age helps with recommendations, sometimes girls seek different things at different ages."

Lu Yan nodded: "Eighteen."

"..." The clerk looked at him, momentarily silent.

Oh my!

Is this the legendary age-gap romance?

Suddenly, she wanted to see what the 18-year-old girl looked like.

Suddenly, she wanted to savor the sweetness!

Lu Yan looked at her: "What’s wrong?"

The clerk coughed lightly: "It’s nothing, nothing, since it’s a young girl, lively and active, get the thin cotton ones, start with a pack of day use, later you can bring the girl over to get more."

"Hmm." Lu Yan nodded: "Thank you."

"No need to be so polite."

"Do you have any panties?" Lu Yan: "Buy one for her as well."

"Ah?" The clerk touched her nose: "We do, but what size do you need?"

Lu Yan: "..."

This question again stumped him, initially to buy panties or not was a mental tussle.

Thought it wouldn’t matter without buying.

But for hygiene, better to buy them.

However, this question came up again.

He imagined the girl’s figure, and coincidentally, unfortunately, recalled the moment the girl’s towel dropped.

The urge surged all over him again.

Fuck!

"Sir?"

The sales assistant saw the man was silent for a long time and asked again, "What size do you need?"

Lu Yan’s mind was all over the place, "Just one-size-fits-all."

One-size fits all solves everything.

After buying these things, he carried the bag back to the hot pot restaurant and arrived at the restroom entrance.

The hot pot restaurant was very big, with separate restrooms for men and women, and he couldn’t enter the women’s restroom.

Initially, he wanted to make a call to figure out how to get in.

But the girl’s phone was with him.

Lu Yan: "..."

He waited at the entrance for a little while, and an auntie came out.

Lu Yan reluctantly went up to stop the auntie.

The auntie had seen him standing there when she went in, and now coming out, she found him still there, inevitably thinking he was a pervert, especially since he blocked her.

The expression on the auntie’s face was particularly unpleasant, "Young man, I say, what good could you be doing standing like a model dog at the women’s restroom door, trying to flirt with an old aunt like me?"

"..." Lu Yan: "That’s not it."

The auntie rolled her eyes, "Old lady still has charm, if you’re interested in me, just say so, but I look down on a pretty boy like you."

Lu Yan: "...It’s really not like that. My girlfriend is in there; she got her period. I went to buy things for her, but now I can’t get them in. Could you help take them in?"

Lu Yan explained the whole situation in one breath.

The auntie was dumbstruck, feeling embarrassed, realizing her previous words were quite self-absorbed.

Then awkwardly, she rubbed her nose, "Is that so, sorry, I just thought you seemed suspicious standing at the entrance."

"..."

Did he really look suspicious standing there?

"Don’t misunderstand, because standing at the women’s restroom does seem like a pervert. There’s so much news these days; we’re women who need to protect ourselves outside."

Lu Yan smiled, "Indeed."

Then handed the black bag to the auntie, "Could I trouble you to take it in for me? She’s been in there quite a while."

"Alright, alright, it’s a young girl, right? I think I saw her just now; I’ll take it in for you."

Once the auntie finished speaking, she took the bag and went inside.

Watching the auntie’s back as she went in, Lu Yan sighed slightly and returned to his seat.

Going back, the hot pot restaurant was quite crowded, and many people had seen the earlier scene.

Some young ladies stared at him.

"Why haven’t we found such a good boyfriend?"

"Tall, handsome, and considerate; my boyfriend is so nice."

"All the good boyfriends belong to other people."

Lu Yan: "..."

Since when did the standards for a good boyfriend become this?

Isn’t this supposed to be an expected thing?

Lu Yan returned to his seat, waiting for the girl to come back.

When he received a call from the squad.

There was an emergency, a chemical plant exploded, and the scale is exceptionally large, there are important gases inside the plant; if approached, it could cause unimaginable damage.

Citizens would be poisoned.

Fire brigades from nearby cities were dispatched, and theirs was no exception.

But the girl still hadn’t come out of the bathroom.

And this news quickly exploded on the internet.

People in the hot pot restaurant also began discussing.

"Have you seen it? The F City chemical plant exploded."

"Oh my, it seems it just happened. Have firefighters gone?"

"It’s in the neighboring city; if it completely explodes, we’ll be affected too, right?"

"So terrifying..."

"..."

The sound of discussions never stopped.

Especially in a crowded place like the hot pot restaurant.

Lu Yan bit his lip, placed Song Nuan’s phone on the table, and got up to leave.

Did he leave her a text message?

When Song Nuan came out of the restroom, her face was all smiles, but when she reached her seat and didn’t see him,

She thought he went to the restroom too, and would come out soon, but after waiting for a few minutes, there was no sign of him.

The discussions gradually reached her ears.

Her heart skipped a beat, putting down her chopsticks for hot dishes.

Instantly picked up her phone from the table to look.

[Urgent task, I went back, have a chance to see you later.]

The message made the girl’s heart thump.

The phone was flooded with notifications, all about the chemical plant explosion.

Even some self-media accounts were live broadcasting.

She nervously clicked to see the live situation, smoke billowing, flames blazing.

Several fire engines had arrived.

Song Nuan’s eyes reddened.

Lu Yan had just driven her over after a long trip, and now he had to drive back.

How could his body handle it?

She bit her lip, suddenly losing her taste for the hot pot, a yin-yang pot.

Originally wanted to get up and pay then leave.

But found Lu Yan had already paid.

She remembered his previous saying to not waste food.

Song Nuan sat down again, eating the dishes blandly.

Estimating the time, she sent him a message asking if he arrived, but there was no reply.

At times like this, Song Nuan could only monitor the news on her phone, checking how the fire was.

But didn’t get good news; the fire was spreading faster.

If it couldn’t be stopped, it would lead to a disaster.

Everyone worried about how to stop the fire, but few worried about the firefighters, wondering if they could retreat.

Song Nuan never felt so complicated.

Wanting to cry but couldn’t, wanting to say something but didn’t know what.

Wanted to text the man’s phone but didn’t know what to send.

But felt if she didn’t send now, what if he never saw?

But... so many buts.

Song Nuan’s throat tightened, feeling anxious and confused.

Returning to the hotel, still clutching her phone, watching the live stream, hoping to see that familiar figure in the footage.

But everyone wore fire suits and masks, couldn’t distinguish who was who; some had similar builds.

"Beep beep——" When crossing the road, a loud horn suddenly sounded in her ear.

Song Nuan was startled, raising her head, strong lights blurred her teary eyes, frightened and staggering back several steps, losing balance and "thump" landing on the cement.

Her phone nearly fell, yet she clutched it tightly.

She quickly retreated, exited the crosswalk.

The driver leaned out the car window, "Are you crazy? Don’t seek death in front of my car."

"Bad luck!"

People coming and going, passing by, only glanced at her.

The girl climbed up alone, knees and elbows bruised and bleeding, but her first concern was still the news on her phone.

Sniffling and rubbing her eyes with her hands.

Clearly, the person who was just beside her—