Han Luo flashed a small smile at Xue Yao before waving the piece of meat in his hand. "That will be all. Someone will come to pick you up," he said as if he was discussing the weather.
He looked down, shaking his head slightly at the little prince who was now sitting on the ground gnawing on the remaining bone.
"Let's go, Little Ancestor." Han Luo said, his voice tinged with exhaustion.
Xue Yao didn't know what else to say… "Wait…" she called out the moment she saw Little Ancestor standing up to leave.
"I'm not ready… oh, I mean I am on my period…"
"Period?" Han Luo tilted his head to one side, his brows knitting together in confusion.
Xue Yao facepalmed herself inwardly. "I mean I am in the period where I have my monthly flow." She said, swallowing her shame.
Han Luo stared for a moment too long, which made Yao feel small under his scrutinizing gaze.
Unable to bear the tension, she parted her lips to speak. "What?"
"I don't smell it," he said with a frown.
