Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

She was about to move away when Chu Qi put his hand behind her head and he bent down to kiss her again.

Unlike the peck from before, he kissed her more intensely this time.

Men could always pick up such techniques instinctively when it came to moments like this.

He had started out clumsy and inexperienced, but he slowly improved his technique.

Ji'er was completely dizzy from the kiss and could barely stand. If Chu Qi was not holding on to her, she would have fallen to the floor.

After Chu Qi calmed himself down, he frowned when he saw her looking a little pale. He carried her in his arms and set her down on the bed.

"Are you feeling unwell?" he asked huskily.

Ji'er lay against the pillow with her eyes slightly closed. She found it a little difficult to explain.

"What's wrong?" Chu Qi thought she was sick when she did not say a word. He quickly reached out to feel her forehead.

Ji'er pushed his hand away. "I'm not sick…"

"Then why is your face so pale? You don't look right either." Chu Qi got extremely worried.

Ji'er pulled on his hand and placed it on her belly. Her face turned red as she said in a small voice, "What we did just now might have caused a heavier flow…" After she said this, she felt a little awkward and a little afraid.

She knew that she would have a greater flow for the first two days of her menstruation, but when Lil Qi kissed her, she felt it become even stronger. It was scary as it felt like every drop of blood in her body was gushing out of her.

Chu Qi mulled over this for quite a while before finally realizing what she meant.

His handsome face immediately became quite embarrassed.

After a while, he finally pulled his hand away and coughed lightly. He gave her a reminder. "You should go ahead and change. Otherwise, you'll get yourself dirty again. I'll get you a cup of brown sugar water." With that, he got up and left, closing the door behind him.

It took some time for Ji'er to let all this sink in and her pretty face was flushed.

Why had she been so silly as to tell Lil Qi about something like this?

However, Lil Qi's words reminded her that it was probably time to change to a clean sanitary belt.

She quickly got up.

Chu Qi knocked on the door right after she was done.

"Come in." Ji'er leaned against the pillar of the bed a little lazily, not wanting to move about.

Chu Qi sat down next to her. He supported her behind the back while feeding her the brown sugar water with his other hand.

Ji'er latched onto his arm as she lowered her head and sipped the water.

The brown sugar water was hot and it warmed her stomach when she drank it, immediately making her feel better.

"Thank you, Lil Qi." She leaned back on the bed once she was done and her complexion looked much better.

"Lie down and get some sleep." Chu Qi helped her lie down when he saw her looking a little tired. He pulled the covers over her.

Ji'er began to smile happily under the covers.

"Why are you smiling so contentedly?" Chu Qi was puzzled.

"Your scent is everywhere under the covers. I like it very lot," Ji'er replied honestly.

Her eyes were filled with love, which made Chu Qi smile happily.

"Do you really like it that much?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes. I like everything about you," Ji'er said seriously as she grabbed his hand firmly, refusing to let go. She looked at him expectantly. "Come into bed with me Lil Qi. Let's sleep together."

Chu Qi clenched his other fist when he heard this. He rejected her determinedly. "It's not a good idea. We aren't married yet. We can't share the same bed."

Ji'er said with some naivety, "But I've always slept with you when I was young. Even though I've grown up now, you're not some random man, you're Lil Qi. Haven't you already decided to marry me? Since you've made up your mind, it won't matter that we're sleeping in the same bed now."

Chu Qi knew that the girl had grown up sheltered in the Palace and did not have much experience with men outside, which was why she was oblivious to the concept of being careful in a relationship with the other sex.