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Under the imposing pressure of Qiao, the King of Hell, Wen Meimei pinched her nose and finished the ginger sugar water in one gulp, then heavily placed the bowl down with a loud noise to protest.
Sitting with his legs naturally crossed, Qiao Chengxun held a tablet in his hands and leisurely watched the morning news.
Wen Meimei sneaked a glance at the content on the tablet. How boring…
"Why haven't you gone to work yet?"
"How many days does menstrual cramp pain last?"
Wen Meimei raised an eyebrow. Every time she heard Qiao, the King of Hell, give such an irrelevant answer, it always infuriated her, "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be less painful by tomorrow."
"But it will still hurt?"
"Maybe there's a small chance that it won't hurt."
Qiao Chengxun frowned. What kind of answer was that, "Since it will hurt, I'll just go to the auction tomorrow."