Love is Wrong

I hurriedly got up from the bed to look for a sanitary napkin, but no matter how hard I searched in every corner, I still could not find a sanitary napkin.

Yes, my living expenses were barely enough for food, and no matter how much I saved, it was barely enough for the daily necessities I needed at the time. I had no extra money to stock up.

Another roommate in the dormitory moved out shortly after school started.

I did not even have anyone to borrow from.

I had no choice but to use toilet paper at that time.

But toilet paper would become soaked once it got wet and would not last long.

In order not to dirty the sheets, I had to sit.

Even though I have changed them frequently, the stools still inevitably get dirty.

Finally, I could only stand.

I finally made it to dawn and immediately called my mother to ask for an advance on living expenses to buy sanitary napkins.

Even though I produced various photos and videos to prove it, she still thought I was making up an excuse to cheat for living expenses.

The exam was approaching, and I had no choice but to put on a thick layer of toilet paper and then put on all the wearable pants in the closet.

As a result, even though it was in June, I dressed myself up like a ball.

In the classroom, I tried hard to ignore the strange looks from my classmates, walked carefully to my seat and sat down, not daring to move.

After more than two hours. No matter how careful I was and no matter how thick my pants were, the thing I was most worried about still happened.

The strong smell of blood made me want to bury myself in the table pocket.

The exam finally ended and I sat in my seat waiting anxiously for everyone to leave the classroom.

However, Ruben appeared at that time.

He stood up from the seat behind me, raised his hand, took off his shirt and handed it to me.

The midsummer sunshine and the gentle breeze blow through the window.

Ruffling the strands of hair on the boy's forehead. At that moment, he seemed like a knight walking out of the light, just to save his princess.

I stared blankly at the clothes he handed me, and a feeling other than embarrassment welled up in my heart.

"Put it on and wait for me in the bathroom."

I was so embarrassed that I did not know what to do.

In the end, Ruben put the shirt on my shoulders and pushed me into the bathroom next to the classroom.

I did not know how long it took until the cleaning lady who cleaned the toilet handed me a black plastic bag and a pair of sweatpants.

I saw the sanitary napkins in the bag, the grievances that had been suppressed in my heart for two days seemed to have an outlet and my tears could no longer be suppressed and rolled down.

When I tidied myself and returned to the classroom, it was already empty.

Only my stationery was neatly placed on the table.

The dirty stools had also been cleaned.

That day I walked all the way back to the dormitory from the teaching building wearing baggy sweatpants with the legs rolled up several times, receiving countless attention.

Later I washed the shirt and sweatpants and hung them in my closet, thinking that I could return them to him the next time I saw him.

But I did not see him again for a long time.

If the clothes hanging in the closet had not been real, I would have thought that what happened that day was just a dream.

In order to have food to eat, I carefully avoided all opposite sexes, and checked the videos and photos I took over and over again.

But my mother was still not satisfied. My living expenses were still often deducted and I still had no food to eat.

In order to survive and not starve to death, I accepted the part-time job thrown by my senior.

That was the first time I went out with my senior.

As the door of my hotel room was knocked open, the person inside the door seemed stunned when he saw me.