Chapter 131 129. Wet Wipes
An Han strongly suspected that the system might be transforming her in the direction of a fox spirit.
Or perhaps a succubus…
On the weekend, she sat uneasily on a chair playing games, her butt repeatedly lifting and sitting back down.
The foreign-body sensation from the sanitary pad was still hard for her to get used to. She had heard that wearing women’s underwear would make the pad fit the hips better and greatly reduce the discomfort, but she was still living in the dormitory—there was no way she could wear women’s underwear every day right under her roommates’ noses.
As for tampons, the kind that have to be inserted directly… many girls can’t accept them, and as a complete newbie, she absolutely couldn’t either.
It’s fine. It should be the last day or two.
I need to remember this time. They say it’ll come every month around this period from now on…
There’s no way I’d forget. After all, this is the day I completely became a woman.
A three-second moment of silence for the departed dick…
“An Han, don’t you think the dorm has had a bit of a fishy smell lately?” Wang Sheng finished a round of his game, glanced at An Han’s computer screen, and asked casually.
“Really?”
An Han of course knew exactly what the smell was. She deliberately played dumb, even sniffing hard and frowning. “My nose has been a bit blocked these past couple of days…”
The way she frowned carried a soft, feminine charm that made Wang Sheng freeze for a moment. He then turned his head away, blushing. “If your nose is blocked, it’s normal not to smell it. It’s probably Junjie’s socks stinking again.”
“The hell you mean my socks stink! I just washed them, okay?!”
An Han subconsciously looked toward the balcony at the back door, staring at the pairs of stiff, dried socks, and curled her lips in disgust.
Chen Junjie always liked to wash his socks once a week. There had even been a time when his socks got moldy—truly a nightmare to remember.
Probably because the sports meet over the previous three days had completely drained everyone’s energy, no one felt like going out this weekend. Everyone stayed obediently in the dorm playing games and relaxing. Only Long Xing seemed out of place—he was working hard to prepare for the English certification exam in December.
“Brother Long, wanna play URF?”
“Brother Long! Duo with me!”
“Hey! Brother Long! Look at this play!”
Long Xing kept a stiff face, his cheek twitching as he continued memorizing English, but with Chen Junjie constantly pestering him, he gradually grew irritated. “Stop bothering me. Let me read for one hour!”
“The three of us already passed, Brother Long. You’re really not cutting it.”
“This time you’ll definitely pass!”
“Stop reading and play URF with me. What’s so good about that stuff anyway?”
Finally losing patience, he looked up and glared at Chen Junjie. “Just one game!”
Sure enough, Long Xing was corrupted by Chen Junjie again.
Just from listening to their conversation, An Han could roughly imagine the conflicted expression on Long Xing’s face.
My dorm has absolutely no study atmosphere… This definitely has to be blamed on Chen Junjie! If it weren’t for him, the other three would probably all be recommended for graduate school by now!
She complained silently in her heart, then stood up and walked toward the wardrobe.
Reaching inside and feeling around, she pulled out two sanitary pads hidden in the corner. Her eyes darted nervously left and right, and then she stuffed them into her pocket at top speed.
This wardrobe had once hidden An Han’s women’s clothes and shoes, her chest-binding cloth, and now it also hid her sanitary pads…
They’d never been discovered! Only the women’s clothes had been moved in a moment of excessive nervousness and hidden on the bed instead—where they were seen by Ren Chi during an inspection.
Luckily, Wang Sheng didn’t have many clothes. They were basically all piled into one corner.
As long as she avoided that corner, Wang Sheng was unlikely to notice anything.
And she had been clever enough: whole packs of sanitary pads were hard to hide, so she’d broken them up…
“Oh right, An Han.”
Wang Sheng had somehow walked up behind her without her noticing, making her jump in fright as she hurriedly turned around.
“This morning I accidentally knocked your clothes down, and something fell out,” Wang Sheng said, pulling a sanitary pad out of his pocket and handing it to her. “This is yours, right?”
“……”
An Han stared at him silently, not knowing what to say.
Did Wang Sheng recognize it? If she nodded now, wouldn’t that mean she was secretly using sanitary pads? That would definitely lead to more associations…
But if she said it wasn’t hers, Wang Sheng might take the pad to Long Xing or Chen Junjie and ask them.
Damn it! I was just feeling proud of myself—and now something goes wrong!
She pursed her lips, reached out, grabbed the pad, and stuffed it into her pocket.
At the very least, she couldn’t let the other two see it. This idiot Wang Sheng was much easier to fool than Chen Junjie!
“It’s mine,” An Han said, trying to look calm, though her cheeks were already starting to flush.
“What is this? I’ve never seen it before.”
Bingo!
Wang Sheng really didn’t recognize a sanitary pad!
In fact, if she hadn’t personally bought and used them this time, An Han wouldn’t have recognized that the white flat object she’d occasionally seen in her mother’s handbag was actually the legendary sanitary pad.
In her impression, sanitary pads were always like the unfolded version shown in TV commercials.
“Wet wipes,” she explained with a smile.
Wang Sheng scratched his head, puzzled. “Do wet wipes look like this?”
“It’s just higher-end packaging.”
“Is that so?” Wang Sheng observed An Han’s reaction, feeling that she was deliberately hiding something.
After all, they’d lived together for two years. Even though An Han had changed a lot recently, the way her eyes flickered and avoided eye contact when lying was extremely suspicious.
An Han forced herself to maintain a smile, but panic was surging inside her.
What are you curious about?! Can’t you just honestly accept that it’s a wet wipe?! Can’t you just go play your game?!
She really wanted to leave, but doing so would only make her look more guilty.
“What’s going on?”
The sudden voice startled An Han so badly that she stepped back, her back hitting the wardrobe. The pain made her frown tightly.
When she looked up, she saw Su Peng poking his head out from behind Wang Sheng.
Why is this guy here too?!
“Nothing. An Han dropped something, and I was just curious what it was,” Wang Sheng explained.
An Han grew even more nervous.
Wang Sheng might not recognize a sanitary pad, but that didn’t mean Su Peng wouldn’t!
“Let me take a look?” Su Peng said.
Like hell you will!
An Han’s toes curled tightly, but both Su Peng and Wang Sheng were now looking at her, waiting for her to take out the sanitary pad. Not far away, Long Xing and Chen Junjie—who were duoing in URF—had also been alerted and were occasionally glancing over.
It’s over~
If Su Peng didn’t recognize it, he’d probably ask Chen Junjie. If he did recognize it, it would still be a social death.
“My stomach hurts…” she tried to escape. But as soon as she lifted her foot, she realized her behavior was practically screaming “suspicious.”
Lowering her head, she hesitantly took the sanitary pad out of her pocket and let out a lifeless sigh.
Actually, confessing to her roommates wouldn’t be that bad. At least she wouldn’t have to live in constant fear anymore.
“Oh, isn’t this just a wet wipe?” Su Peng said, hooking an arm around Wang Sheng’s shoulder. “You’re making a fuss over nothing. I thought it was something else.”
“So it really is a wet wipe?”
“What else could it be?” Su Peng dragged him toward the desk. “I heard opening cases in CSGO is pretty exciting. I want to open a few—help me take a look.”
“Opening cases? Are you crazy?”
“What if I get a knife?”
Huh?
An Han lifted her head in a daze, blinking blankly.
What’s going on?
Are there really wet wipes that look exactly like sanitary pads?
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