Scratching her nest-like hair, “Ugh!” Charlene huffed in dismay as she looked at her underwear while sitting on the toilet seat. Wiping herself, she then stood up and washed her hands.
Going back inside their bedroom, Charlene sluggishly walked back towards the bed. Max scowled at her soon as he saw her unhappy face.
“Bebe, What’s wrong?” Max tensely asked, seeing Charlene seemed gloomy after taking a pee.
Slumping herself back on the bed, Charlene buried her face on Max’s chest and cried. “I’ve got my period,” She said in a muffled voice.
Max worriedly hugged Charlene. “What?” He asked again, rubbing Charlene’s back.
Sniffling, Charlene raised her head and looked at Max. “Aunt Flow came to visit me today,” she said, puckering.
Max’s furrowed face smoothed before laughing out lo
