What?! I Became the Zombie Beauty in the Villain’s Arms – CH68

Chapter 68: Duan Xiaolin is Narrow-Minded

Pei Xiqing whispered something into his ear, the tips of her own ears flushing a light crimson. “Did you write all of that down?”

Duan Xiaolin smiled faintly. “I did.”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “But I have a question…” Her lips parted, but she hesitated for a moment and didn’t continue.

Thinking back carefully, her monthly cycle hadn’t been very noticeable when they were out in the wild. It was just a small, negligible amount each time, lasting only two or three days before vanishing completely. It hadn’t caused her any trouble at all. She had assumed the change was simply a side effect of her body turning into a zombie. But just now in the bathroom…

She hadn’t been paying attention, but after she stepped into the shower, the hot stream of water triggered a sudden rush, and a large area of her underwear was stained. It finally felt like her body was returning to the normal baseline of her past life.

Seeing the man staring intently at her, she blinked and scrambled to fabricate an excuse. “Never mind. I’ll just wait until I can find Sister Long Yan. You don’t understand the normal details of a woman’s body anyway.”

Pei Xiqing finished speaking, then belatedly realized something. “Wait a minute, Brother Duan, what did you just call me?”

“Which label are you referring to?”

“You just said… what girlfriend? Who exactly is your girlfriend?” She narrowed her eyes, a teasing smile breaking across her face. “Oh my, it’s so rare to hear you use that word for me. It’s really not easy.”

Duan Xiaolin pinched her cheek gently, lifting her off the counter and carrying her over to the dining table. “Eat first.”

Once Pei Xiqing finished her meal, Xiaobai trotted over, rubbing his head pitifully against her legs. She patted his head gently. “Good boy, let’s go play in the yard for half an hour, and then I’m going to sleep. You have to be obedient and rest well tonight.”

The hound’s tail, which had been drooping all afternoon, began to wag happily.

She unclipped his lead and played with him for a little while. Once her food had mostly digested, she gathered a fresh set of clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

When she came out towel-drying her hair, Duan Xiaolin was just stepping back into the villa. Noticing a strange bag in his hand, she asked, “What is that?”

He opened the package. “New sanitary napkins.”

“New?” Pei Xiqing’s eyes widened slightly. “Where did you get them?”

The man walked over to the cabinet, picked up the bags she had purchased earlier that afternoon, and inspected the labels. “Don’t use those. The expiration dates on the packaging have been tampered with.”

“Are they expired?”

“Probably not yet, but they will be soon. Use these instead.”

“You still haven’t answered me,” she insisted, taking the new package from his hands to inspect it. Not only was the production date remarkably recent, but the material quality was several times better than anything she had seen in the general store.

He replied calmly, “The research personnel at the central labs always have access to better supplies.”

“You went all the way back to the central tower? Did they ask you anything when you requested these?”

“Yes.”

Before Pei Xiqing could comment, the man added evenly, “They asked who needed them.”

“And then? What did you tell them?”

He narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint behind his lenses. “Do you really want to know?”

“…Never mind.” Sensing that he was setting another trap, Pei Xiqing rationally chose to remain suspicious. She grabbed her supplies, marched straight into the bedroom, and ignored him.

In the middle of the night, she was too afraid to shift her posture in bed, but she was eventually shaken awake by a sudden feeling of wetness beneath her. When she reached down to check the sheet, her fingers brushed against warm blood.

Pei Xiqing woke up instantly, throwing off the blanket to go deal with the mess. But before she could slide out of bed, a large hand firmly held her arm down.

Duan Xiaolin was sitting right beside the mattress. She hadn’t heard him move, or perhaps he had been sitting there keeping watch the entire night.

He pursed his lips slightly. “What’s wrong?”

Pei Xiqing felt a rush of embarrassment. “It leaked.” She looked away, her cheeks burning. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Mm.”

The man released his grip, smoothly lifting her into his arms to carry her straight into the bathroom. “Tell me if you feel any pain or discomfort.”

“I’m fine.” She quickly closed the door behind her and began rinsing her clothes.

After cleaning up for what felt like ages, she changed into fresh clothes, washed the soiled garments, and hung them out on the balcony to dry. When she finally walked back into the bedroom, she was surprised to find that the bedsheets had already been swapped out and the mattress neatly remade with clean linens.

Duan Xiaolin stepped into the room holding a cup of warm water, placing it gently on the bedside table.

Pei Xiqing couldn’t even begin to picture how a high tribunal administrator had handled a messy chore like changing bedsheets.

She climbed back under the quilt, pulling the covers up to her chin. She lightly patted the empty mattress beside her. “It’s almost three in the morning. Do you… want to come lie down and rest too?”

Duan Xiaolin replied, “Go to sleep first. I’m worried I’ll disturb you.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m already wide awake anyway,” she said. She had probably expected a restless night, but after managing everything in the bathroom, she was fairly confident she wouldn’t leak again.

The man hesitated for a brief second before his fingers went to his collar, slowly unbuttoning his coat.

Pei Xiqing huddled deep beneath the blanket, turning over with a flush on her face. The exact moment she shifted, a large arm reached out from behind, securely wrapping around her waist.

The man’s chest was solid, his muscles firm and unyielding. Leaning back against him, her body went slightly rigid. She shifted a fraction closer, whispering, “Your skin feels cold.”

He hadn’t slept a wink all night, and she had no idea what he had been doing just sitting silently by the bed in the dark. His body felt like ice.

Pei Xiqing wrapped her hands over his arms, resting her cheek against his chest as she listened to the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart. “You can’t keep staying up like this. If you don’t start taking care of your health by the time you’re thirty, you’re eventually going to get wrinkles.”

“Do you calculate that my age has reached thirty?”

Pei Xiqing smiled, keeping her eyes closed. “I didn’t say that. You brought up the number yourself.”

Whether she counted her true age from before she transmigrated into the book, or tracked the timeline of the original ‘Pei Xiqing’ in this apocalyptic world, she was still only in her early twenties. The only person in their vanguard cell who matched her demographic was Ling Lang.

Thinking about it, Ling Lang wasn’t much older than she was, yet he had already achieved a dual-element tier that rivaled the novel’s main protagonist, Xiao Yue. As long as he kept driving his training, his trajectory in the base was bound to be massive.

“Are your thoughts drifting to Ling Lang?”

The sudden, quiet question made Pei Xiqing’s eyes snap wide open in utter disbelief.

She immediately fired back a rejection. “What… how is that even possible?” She turned her head slightly to glare at him. “Don’t broadcast nonsense. I wasn’t thinking about him at all!”

He countered smoothly, his voice low in the dark room. “What specific changes does your mind assume occur to a man’s body once he crosses the thirty-winter milestone?”

Pei Xiqing stumbled over her words. “I—I don’t think anything changes. They probably just become a bit more mature.”

“Is that the ground truth?” He leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear. “But your eyes are delivering a completely different set of data.”

“My eyes?”

Duan Xiaolin simply stared at her.

Pei Xiqing quickly averted her gaze, staring fixedly at the ceiling and then out the window, refusing to look him in the eye.

Back in her previous life, her friends had mentioned more than once that a man’s physical peak begins to decline after his twenties. They had consistently advised her to look for younger boyfriends, claiming eighteen was the perfect baseline. Men from that world tended to lose their stamina as they aged, especially if they neglected their fitness and daily routines, sometimes growing so weak they could barely lift anything heavy.

She had thought their logic was perfectly sound at the time, but right now… she felt a bit hesitant to apply that rule.

She shifted her head back, finding the man staring down at her without blinking a single time. Pei Xiqing let out a slightly awkward laugh. “Brother Duan, you’re the absolute best. You wouldn’t hold a petty grudge against me over a joke, right?”

Duan Xiaolin smoothed a hand over her soft, long hair, lying flat on the mattress beside her. He watched her coldly as she tried to conceal her obvious guilt. “How many days does a standard monthly cycle occupy?”

“…Normally it tracks at about… six days,” she mumbled, her voice dropping. “Maybe a day or two longer depending on the individual baseline. I can’t assign an exact number to it.”

“Understood. The parameter is logged.” The man adjusted the quilt, pinning her securely against his side. “Sleep.”

Pei Xiqing waited anxiously in the dark for a little while, but when she didn’t hear him broadcast another word, she finally let out a soft sigh of relief. She closed her eyes and quickly drifted back to sleep.

A singular thought crossed her mind right before her consciousness faded.

Duan Xiaolin is genuinely narrow-minded sometimes!

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