Feng Yiren blinked. "Your what?"
"My period," Lin Huahua said, then immediately wished she had not because now all three of them were looking at her like she had spoken in an ancient turtle language. "You know, bleeding every month."
Mu Qingyi's brows drew together. "Every month?"
Hu Baiyu's eyes widened in horror at the word bleeding.
Feng Yiren looked like he had forgotten how to be annoying for once. "Females do not bleed every month, they bleed once a year."
Lin Huahua's heart sank.
Ah.
Right.
Beast world.
Simulation.
Different body rules.
She had forgotten that she was not fully in her own world, and the body she had entered was not exactly the same as what she was used to. Her brain began to spin quickly, and the more it spun, the more she realized how dangerous this conversation could become.
