Drinking doesn’t solve any problems, but at least it lets people temporarily vent the frustration buried deep inside.

However, by the next day, those troubles will still need to be dealt with.

Ning Chu sat on a small stool on the side, one hand propping up her chin and the other pressing on her painful stomach. She sighed deeply as she watched the others drinking at the table.

She also wanted to join in, but instead, she sat there like an outsider, sipping on some hot water that Wen Yang had just boiled.

As a succubus with a sensitive constitution, if her period pain got too bad, she could end up fainting or going into shock, so she didn’t want to take that risk.

“You really don’t want a bride price?”

Wen Yang turned around, asking softly.