Afterwards, Sylvester recalled the little details of this period and suddenly realized that L seemed to have never experienced her menstrual cycle. He turned his gaze back to her, his amber eyes filled with astonishment. "L, is this your first
menstruation?"
So that''s why she''s in pain!
L weakly nodded. "Yes."
Upon hearing her response, Sylvester grew even more confused. Although he wasn''t a medical expert, he knew a bit about puberty. A girl''s first menstruation shouldn''te thiste.
Sylvester looked at L seriously. "Watson the doctor has assessed your bone age, little one, and you''ve already reached adulthood."
"Yes." L grasped Sylvester''s hand and ced it on her small belly. Her eyes were slightly red and her voice weak. "Sylvester, please, it hurts, massage it gently."
Sylvester''s heart immediately softened, and hisrge palm began to gently rub her tender belly.
Her skin was unusually smooth, like a piece of fine white jade, making it hard for him to let go.
"Is it still painful?"
L opened her eyes, looked at Sylvester, shook her head under his gaze, and then nodded again. "Mmm, still hurts."
L''s skin was fair and translucent. Although herplexion was pale due to the pain, there was a slight redness at the corners of her eyes and a delicate blush on her small nose, making her look delicate and lovable. Sylvester''s heart twisted once again, and he dared not apply too much pressure with his hand, but instead, rxed his grip slightly.
L held Sylvester''s hand and spoke softly, her tone ethereal. "Not so gently, a little stronger."
Upon hearing L''s unintentional words, Sylvester took a deep breath. "Alright, a little stronger. If it hurts, let me know."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Sylvester began to feel that something was off.
But unfortunately, L seemed to enjoy this intensity. "Mmm... just like this, it feels veryforting."
Hearing her words, Sylvester could only remind himself in his mind: children speak without inhibition, children speak without inhibition.
Sylvester lifted the towel ever so slightly, revealing L''s fair legs. He noticed the drying bloodstains, which appeared as a vivid red. Sylvester became even more perplexed. "Darling, a girl''s first menstruation usually urs between the ages of twelve and fifteen. Why is it happening now?"
After considering it, Sylvester still couldn''t rest assured. "No, I should call the doctor."
He was about to get up as he spoke.
Upon hearing this, L gently held Sylvester''s hand, her voice still weak. "Don''t leave, don''t call the doctor. L doesn''t want to see a doctor. L just wants to sleep now, Sylvester..." "Sylvester will stay by L''s side, alright? She just wants to be with him."
That was L''s guess.
Sylvester pondered for a moment, and it seemed to make sense.
Seeing L''s weak face, Sylvester didn''t want to leave her either, fearing something might happen. He raised his hand and gently rubbed L''s head. "Alright, you go to sleep, alright?" "Mmm... Okay." L held onto Sylvester''s hand, not allowing him to leave, her voice soft and tender. "Keep rubbing, please."
The pain didn''t start as intense, but her whole body began to ache.
"Alright." Sylvester looked at the feeble L, feeling deeply sympathetic. As he continued rubbing, he took out his phone and said, "I''ll send a message to the kitchen first, asking the chef to prepare a bowl of ginger and brown sugar soup." "Mmm... Okay."
With Sylvester''s palm kneading her abdomen, L gradually drifted off to sleep.
Sylvester dialed the internal line to the kitchen and instructed the head chef to make a bowl of ginger and brown sugar soup and send it up.
The head chef didn''t dare ask why. Whatever Master Sylvester said, he would do.
Just as the head chef was about to hang up, Sylvester gave another instruction, "Oh, and have one of the servants buy... something for a girl''s menstrual cycle as quickly as possible..."
For a moment, Sylvester couldn''t find the right word.
He had forgotten what it was called.
The head chef looked bewildered. "Master Sylvester, what else do you need?"