Eng Ngày Xuân Có Hỷ

When the alarm rang for the fifth time, the woman on the bed finally stretched out her hand and fumbled around on the nightstand. Tap.

The vibrating phone immediately fell silent.

The thick curtains blocked out both light and sound very well. In the faintly scented room, only the moon-shaped bedside lamp gave off a soft glow.

The woman’s arm was long and slender. Her pink silk nightgown slipped down slightly, revealing fair skin as smooth as jade, glowing softly like dew.

Swish—

The smart toilet finished running. Ji Shuying carefully wiped her hands with tissue and walked out of the bathroom with a slight frown.

Today was the fifteenth, but her period was already almost a week late.

Her cycle had always been regular — every twenty-eight days, no matter the weather, hot or cold, never a single day late.

Could it be…?