"Qingcheng, what's wrong? You don't look so well."
Sitting on the toilet, the young woman casually glanced at Yan Qingcheng while cleaning her pants.
"Oh. Director, it's nothing. It's just that mine came recently, so I'm a bit weak and out of sorts," Yan Qingcheng replied.
"Yours came too? Did you take care of it well enough? While you're showering now, you absolutely can't catch a cold. Women need to take good care of themselves during periods and postpartum, or they'll have all sorts of problems as they age. Postpartum ailments are a woman's nemesis."
"Thank you for the reminder, director, Qingcheng knows."
To cover up her current situation, Yan Qingcheng could only turn on the showerhead, letting the spray flow.
Instantly, Lin Zifeng was splashed all over with water.
He turned around and saw something he shouldn't have seen.
.
"Bang!"
Yan Qingcheng covered her chest with both hands.
She stamped her feet forcefully, signaling Lin Zifeng to stop looking.
