"Import? Export? Are you talking about your mouth and ass?" Saturday seemed to finally understand what they were saying. "I'm importing."

"Then will you vomit blood from your outlet?"

Ding Xiaomo asked, planning to teach him the class on the spot.

Such a otakus doesn’t even have this common sense. When he got married, did he really think that he could get pregnant by sleeping in the same bed?

"No." Saturday showed a cute look.

Leng Xueer next to her dare not refute even if she has a mouth?

Now, she tried her best to reduce her presence in front of them, which is the most low-key time in more than ten years.

"Ding Xiaomo, I suggest you go to your room on Saturday tonight, communicate with him well, and communicate your brain by the way."

Leng Qianxun turned his head and teased him, how can this rude person communicate with literary and artistic people?

Who would have thought that he would say his mouth was imported and his butt was exported.

"Student Xueer, I have some bleeding-resistance medicine on my body, please use it."

Duan Ganchang came to Leng Xueer and handed her a little hemostatic medicine he had brought close to her.

"Need not."

Leng Xueer treated his kindness as a joke, with anger on her face.

"How can that work? If there is too much blood, people will die, so you must stop the wound first..."

"Puchi!"

"Ha ha……"

"Wound, haha..."

Feng Shangxie and Ding Xiaomo couldn't help but burst into laughter at the same time. This little bit of the matter also said that the wound is... Haha!

Even Leng Qianxun, who was walking in front, pressed his hand against his mouth, um, chuckling.

Leng Xueer looked at them with a gloomy face, then glared at the culprit Duan Ganchang with a hateful look, then raised her head and walked forward with her chest.

Anyway, I know, and they would rather go back to the room quickly if I stay here.

While she was stroking forward, her elbow hit Leng Qianxun's waist, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

"hiss!"

Leng Qianxun felt a pain in his waist instantly, took a breath of air conditioning, looked at the back of the red flower with its butt, and withdrew his gaze.

"What's wrong?" Ye Wushang was on the other side of her and did not notice her actions.

"It's okay, my stomach is a little uncomfortable."

At this time, Leng Qianxun didn't know if she felt uncomfortable after being hit by her or her stomach was really uncomfortable, but she felt very uncomfortable since she walked past her.

"Let's go, go back to the room first." Seeing her covering her belly with both hands, Ye Wushang reached out to support her.

At this time, Feng Shangxie and Ding Xiaomo were both connected, intending to attend a class about women on Saturday, but did not notice the movement here.

"On Saturday, remember one thing, a woman's bleeding doesn't necessarily mean she's dead, maybe it's for detoxification."

"Detox?" This is indeed the first time I heard about it on Saturday.

"Just like us men, we have to give blood every once in a while, which is equivalent to promoting metabolism, which is good for the body."

"..." Zhou Liu was still confused after hearing this. He understood the principle of donating blood, but women bleed to detoxify, so he still had no idea about this.

"Then why do we have to get an injection?" Duan Ganchang came over and interrupted.

"That's because the body structure of men and women is different, just like men and women, they are more than the top and less than the bottom."

"I understand." Duan Ganchang was older and understood in seconds.

Looking back at Saturday, I was wearing myopia glasses and still scratching my head there and was puzzled.
Chapter completed!