Women have two major pains that men can never experience.

One is to give birth, and the other is to come to the great aunt.

Tang Rong came to the eldest aunt, but Qin Tian didn't think it was anything at first, every woman would come to the eldest aunt every month, he felt that this was too normal for women.

However, when he saw Xiaoqing taking strips of cloth again, grabbing grass and wood ashes, and later boiling water, he realized that coming to the eldest aunt was a big deal for ancient women.

Or rather, it's a very tedious and painful thing.

After Xiaoqing and Tang Rong tossed until the middle of the night, Qin Tiancai finally returned to the bedroom to continue resting.

It's just that Tang Rong was so troubled, he was a little sleepy, he didn't know what was going on, he couldn't help but want to look at Tang Rong, Tang Rong was very shy and a little angry.

For a while, it became more and more embarrassing for the two to be in the same room.

When this didn't happen before, Qin Tian didn't feel embarrassed, at most, the two of them slept separately, but when this happened, some thoughts were a little unbearable.

The moon was already in the middle of the day, and Tang Rong was also very embarrassed by tonight's events, plus she was always peeked at by Qin Tian, she became more and more sleepy, lying on the bed tossing and turning.

And just as she was flipping back and forth on the bed, there was a sudden sound below, and then she heard the door creak open, she turned sideways, just in time to see Qin Tian's figure disappear into the night.

Seeing Qin Tian leave, she suddenly felt a little sad.

"Could it be that tonight's events have made him more and more bored with me?" Tang Rong sat up from the bed, I don't know when she started, she was also sentimental, thinking that Qin Tian's departure was Qin Tian's boredom with her.

After all, she did have a lot of things to do tonight, which delayed Qin Tian's rest.

She suddenly felt a little resentful, resentful of why the eldest aunt had come tonight.

The night was already deep, Qin Tian only thought about going out for a walk because he couldn't sleep, he didn't mean to be bored with Tang Rong at all, and he was very worried that if he continued to stay, his desire would be uncontrollable, he had never been like this before, but tonight he always remembered some pictures of women's hidden places.

It's just that after coming out of the house, Qin Tian was really bored, thinking of Tang Rong using grass and wood ash to suck blood tonight, he couldn't help but shudder, is that thing hygienic?

Thinking like this, he went to the warehouse to find some relatively soft cloth, plus some cotton flowers with good water absorption, and then made them for Tang Rong according to the pattern of his aunt's towel in later generations.

Qin Tian didn't know this kind of thing before, but with the golden finger, everything is at hand, and he is quickly familiar with it.

So it didn't take long for Qin Tian to sew seven or eight, he felt that these should be enough for Tang Rong's menstrual affairs this time, and he was a little sleepy after being so busy, so he slept directly here.

Early the next morning, Tang Rong didn't know when she fell asleep, and when she woke up, she found that the pillow was wet, and she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have cried last night.

I couldn't help but feel an indescribable sadness.

And at this time, Xiaoqing hurried from outside.

"Miss, miss, what do you think this thing is?"

Xiaoqing ran in with her aunt's towel, the thing was not big, it was the size of two palms, bulging in the middle, soft, and sewn with fine threads around it.

Tang Rong didn't know what it was, and even looking at the shape of this thing, she didn't understand what this thing was for.

"Xiaoqing, you are playful again, what is this?" Tang Rong felt uncomfortable in her heart, and her body was also uncomfortable, so she couldn't help but have a big temper and spoke coldly, as if with anger.

Xiaoqing looked aggrieved here: "Miss, this is an aunt's towel." ”

"Auntie's towel?" Tang Rong became more and more strange, she had never heard of this name, could it be that this thing had something to do with her aunt, but she didn't have an aunt.

"Yes, miss, aren't you menstruating, put this thing on it, it's comfortable and can prevent accidents, and it's very hygienic, it's easy to use." Xiaoqing said excitedly, as if she had used it.

At this time, Xiao Qing said the purpose of the aunt towel, Tang Rong found that the thing seemed to be a bit similar, so she took one in her hand, and after touching it, she found that the aunt towel was really soft, and it was much more comfortable than the cloth strip used last night.

She unbuttoned her clothes and tried one, and found it to be very comfortable and didn't interfere with her daily movement at all.

"Xiaoqing, where did you get such a good thing?"

Xiaoqing smiled: "This morning, my aunt called me over and asked me to take it, this aunt towel was invented by my uncle, he made it all night yesterday, and when I saw him this morning, his eyes were red and swollen." ”

Hearing that Qin Tian stayed up late to make her aunt's towel for herself, Tang Rong's heart felt a warm feeling, there was such a man doing this for herself, she didn't know what to say.

I can't wait to throw myself into this man's arms immediately.

They women have always existed as vassals of men, and that man is willing to go to the trouble of doing these things for a woman?

But just when Tang Rong was about to show her heart to Qin Tian, she suddenly realized a problem, that is, this aunt's needlework is very good, even if she is proficient in female celebrity, she is a little ashamed, unless she has four or five years of experience, I am afraid that she will not be able to practice this.

Xiaoqing said that this thing was made by Qin Tian, but how could he, a big man, do this?

"Could it be ......" Tang Rong suddenly had a bad thought.

A man can do needlework, and this man can be indifferent in the face of such a beautiful woman, saying that he is a man, who believes it?

"Isn't he a man?"

Tang Rong naturally did not deny that Qin Tian was a man, but she also knew that some men had a habit of dragon yang, and some men were not good at that, so they became more and more feminine and liked what women did.

At this time, Tang Rong felt that Qin Tian must have accounted for one of these two, otherwise his previous reactions would be completely unreasonable.

And after thinking of this, Tang Rong sat down on the ground all of a sudden, and her heart became more and more bitter, she thought that she had married a good man, but she never thought of marrying a fake man, and she was hopeless in her life.

Tears flowed down Tang Rong's cheeks, as for the idea of going to Qin Tian to complain, it was naturally gone, what was the use of saying this to a fake man?

"Miss, why are you crying, how good your uncle is to you." Xiaoqing didn't understand why Tang Rong suddenly cried, she was a little worried, Tang Rong sighed lightly, wiped away her tears, and said, "Miss, this is happy." ”

"Miss cried happily, I'll go tell my aunt ......"