After Transmigration, The Male Lead and I had a HE

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At this time, everyone's attention was drawn to him.

“It seems that you are the one taking the lead, you idiot.”

“Yeah, it was your bad idea.”

Everyone played another round, and Xie Xinglin fined himself another cup.

He drew a card with the words “Dare to call the person you like?”

He stared at the card, and after seeing that, he picked up the wine on the table and drank it.
Everyone laughed again, and they all tried to guess who the girl he liked was.
She was so precious that he didn't want to say anything to her.

In the second half, Peng Jianda competed in karaoke with a boy.
Su Qiuge drank a few more glasses of iced orange juice while toasting and felt a little discomfort in her stomach.

This body's menstrual period was somewhat abnormal, sometimes early and sometimes late.
At this time, there was a familiar dull pain in the lower abdomen, and she guessed that her period might be here.

In the past, her body would feel a lot better, and she could even eat cold and spicy food and be alive and kicking.
So she didn’t really pay attention to her actions.

But now, everything was different.
She not only had to suffer constant pain but could barely even eat anything without the pain flaring up to an unbearable extent.

She stayed at home alone last month and rolled around in pain.
She rarely shed tears, but it was so painful that tears flowed down the pillow.

Thinking of this, Su Qiuge said to Wen Mingming in a low voice, “I'm going to the toilet, and I might just leave later.”

Wen Mingming was a little surprised, “Are you going home? It’s a bit too early? They haven’t finished playing yet.”

Su Qiuge paled and smiled wanly at her, “Well, I want to go to bed earlier.”

There was a pad in her bag, which was also due to her period’s irregular hardships, so she brought it and went to the bathroom to change it.

She held on to the wall of the restroom stall in too much pain.
At that moment, she heard a girl next door talking on the phone.

“Husband, I'm not feeling well, come pick me up.”

The voice was a little nasal and coquettish, but it wasn't uncomfortable to listen to.
Instead, it sounded like a young protagonist maiden from the stories of cultivators and emperors.

The tone was full of happiness.

She came out of the cubicle, washed her hands, and then left the KTV.
The birthday gifts from others were placed with Wen Mingming, and she didn't really care about them.

It was night now, she wanted to call a cab to go back because every time she felt uncomfortable, she wanted to get home quickly.