C22 An Awkward Situation

Time seemed to freeze for a minute.

A minute later, Hua Moying's scream echoed through the vast room like a pig being slaughtered: "Ah! Wang Feng, let go! You jerk!"

Wang Feng's right hand was left stinging from Hua Moying's merciless slap, which was loud and resounding. Wang Feng was relieved that the slap hadn't landed on his face!

Had it hit his face, Wang Feng was certain he would have been disfigured!

The force was enough to displace facial bones.

"Ms. Hua, what's this?" Wang Feng suddenly noticed a large red stain where Hua Moying had been lying on the sofa.

Upon hearing this, Hua Moying's face turned beet red!

It was embarrassingly red!

"..."

"No... No... It's nothing." Hua Moying stammered, her embarrassment making her speech falter.

Seeing her reaction, Wang Feng immediately got it.

Hua Moying's flushed face, coupled with the bloodstain, left Wang Feng absolutely certain that her period had started.

"Ms. Hua, it looks like you've started your period. Do you need me to get you some pads?" Wang Feng teased, seeing that Hua Moying was already mortified.

At Wang Feng's words, Hua Moying wished she could vanish into thin air.

"There's no need. It's late; you should head back," Hua Moying said, feigning composure, but her flushed face gave her away.

Wang Feng couldn't help but chuckle to himself. She was adorable, not even realizing her period had begun.

Don't ask how Wang Feng knew about periods. Though he had never experienced one, he still had basic knowledge!

"Well, Ms. Hua, cough, I'll be off then. Good night, see you tomorrow." Wang Feng gave a light cough as he bid farewell.

"Mm, good night," Hua Moying replied, her face still unnaturally flushed, unable to meet Wang Feng's gaze. As Wang Feng was about to exit her home, she suddenly looked up at him with eyes full of stern warning, "You better not tell anyone about what happened tonight!"

At that, Wang Feng stopped in his tracks and burst into laughter, looking back at Hua Moying with a mischievous grin, "Why can't I say?"

"You can't say a word. If you do, you're a goner!" Hua Moying said, her fists clenched and her voice filled with menace.

"How about you agree to a request, and I'll keep quiet?" Wang Feng suggested, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

It would be a total loss if he didn't get Hua Moying to agree to a request!

"What's the request? Don't go overboard!" Hua Moying was on high alert, "How much money do you want? As long as it's reasonable, I'll pay!"

At the mention of "money," Wang Feng's mouth twitched. Did he come across as that superficial?

"I don't want money."

"Then what is it you want?" Hua Moying asked hastily.

Wang Feng, with a smile, walked up to Hua Moying, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked down at her. "Kiss me," he demanded.

Hua Moying instinctively recoiled. "No way, you're a creep!"

Her cheeks, already flushed, turned an even deeper shade of red.

"How does asking for a kiss make me a creep? I've been massaging your stomach for so long, my hands are nearly numb. What's wrong with a kiss? Wouldn't your conscience hurt if you refused me?" Wang Feng played the guilt card.

Eventually, after Wang Feng's relentless 'coercion', Hua Moying relented and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Satisfied, Wang Feng left Hua Moying's house and hailed a cab back to school.

By the time Wang Feng got back to school, it was late, several minutes past the hour.

Had he not been on good terms with the night security guards, he would have ended up sleeping rough.

Back in his dorm, Wang Feng grabbed his clothes and headed straight for the shower.

Mid-shower, Hua Moying's image popped into his head. Recalling their time together that day, he felt a surge of glee. He had touched her chest and waist, and next time... he chuckled to himself, a sly grin spreading across his face.

Meanwhile, Hua Moying was making herself a cup of brown sugar water, lost in thought, when she suddenly sneezed several times.

Hua Moying had just finished showering and changed into fresh clothes, diligently cleaning up the menstrual stains on the sofa.

Her time spent with Wang Feng that evening had significantly deepened her fondness and trust in him.

...

The next morning, Wang Feng was rudely awakened from his slumber by Zhou Pangzi's persistent nagging.

"Feng, time to get up," Zhou Pangzi murmured incessantly by his ear.

Having barely slept by two o'clock the night before, Wang Feng was too exhausted to even open his eyes and simply turned away, ignoring him.

But Zhou Pangzi, relentless as ever, continued to bellow like a megaphone, irritating Wang Feng to the point where he lost all desire to retaliate.

Finally, after half an hour of Zhou Pangzi's tireless efforts, Wang Feng awoke, sporting two enormous dark circles under his eyes.

Zhou Pangzi, startled by the sight of Wang Feng's dark circles, slapped his own sturdy chest in surprise and teased, "Feng, were you out chasing chickens and dogs last night?"

"..."

"Chase your own head!" Wang Feng retorted irritably, "Spit it out if you have something to say. I'm dead tired!"

Realizing Wang Feng was contemplating going back to sleep, Zhou Pangzi hurriedly blurted out, "Feng, haven't you heard? The competition's been moved up. The semi-finals are starting today."

At the mention of 'semi-finals,' Wang Feng's heavy eyelids lifted, and his sleepiness vanished almost instantly.

He sat up in bed and looked at Zhou Pangzi, asking, "The competition's starting now?"

"Yep," Zhou Pangzi confirmed, nodding vigorously like a bobblehead while shoving food into his mouth, his words muffled, "Feng, didn't you know?"

Wang Feng shook his head, "I got back after one in the morning; how would I know? Why the sudden change? Wasn't it originally scheduled for three days from now?"

"I'm not sure," Zhou Pangzi replied with a goofy grin.

"You have no idea how many hours I put into training yesterday. I trained for four and a half hours. My back's nearly broken, and I've lost a ton of weight," Zhou Pangzi said, his expression begging for some recognition and comfort.

Wang Feng gave him a look of mock disdain and chuckled, "My dear Zhou, I'll treat you to an extra chicken leg tonight."

Upon hearing Wang Feng's words, Zhou Pangzi's face lit up with an excited grin. "Okay, Feng, I won't forget that chicken leg!"

"Relax, Fatty, I can definitely treat you to a chicken leg!" Wang Feng reassured him, giving Zhou Pangzi a friendly pat on the shoulder. Recalling the conversation about the underground gambling game from the day before, Wang Feng inquired further, "Fatty, about that gambling game you mentioned yesterday, what's the situation now?"

At the mention of the underground gambling game, a subtle shift crossed Zhou Pangzi's features.