"In my backpack, I put it at the top."

Yun Shuqian opened his backpack and saw two brand new pants, one was gray and the other was navy blue. They were both boxer briefs, but she preferred briefs.

"Which one do you want?"

"Just whichever one you like..."

Yun Shuqian thought about it, she liked the gray one better.

Suddenly, she felt it was strange to let her choose, so she turned back and shouted: "You choose blue or gray!"

"It's gray."

Yun Shuqian had no choice but to hold his pants. The texture was still good, like ice silk, slippery.

She rubbed it secretly and felt that the quality was okay.

Standing behind the wall next to the bathroom door, she stretched out only one arm, pinched a small piece of fabric with her thumb and index finger, as if she was holding a piece of garbage, and stretched it out at the bathroom door.

Yun Shuqian leaned against the wall, her face slightly red, and her big eyes looking straight ahead, for fear of turning around and seeing something terrible.

"Here you go, open the door and get it yourself! I'm annoying you to death..."

"I'm coming."

Song Jiamu could vaguely see the shadow of the girl's arm through the door. He had already put on a T-shirt and wrapped his lower body in a bath towel. It was not that he was shy, but that he was afraid that she would be shy.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Yun Shuqian couldn't help but lower her head and close her eyes. She thought this guy was naked, and her other hand was nervously picking at the wall.

"Thanks."

After hearing this sentence, he took away the pants he was holding with his fingers and closed the door.

Yun Shuqian breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't rush to leave, he just retracted his arm and continued to listen against the wall for a while.

Before he came out, she ran away again and hid in her bed.

Song Jiamu put on loose casual floral shorts and a loose T-shirt. He was rubbing his hair with a towel in his hands. He looked up at Yun Shuqian who was lying on the bed and scrolling through his mobile phone.

"I've finished washing. You go ahead and wash your hair. I'll blow dry your hair."

"oh."

Yun Shuqian glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and felt relieved when she saw that he was neatly dressed.

"Remember to bring your clothes. I don't want to give you clothes later and then get beaten up by you."

"You think I'm as stupid as you."

Yun Shuqian plugged in her phone to charge, and picked up a change of underwear and pajamas.

"Do you girls also wear underwear when sleeping?" Song Jiamu asked curiously, "I heard that it is not good for the body, affecting blood circulation and so on."

"..."

Yun Shuqian ignored him.

She really didn't wear them normally, but these days when she was living with him, she couldn't do it without wearing them, otherwise she would feel empty and not feel safe at all.

After thinking about it, she said a little shyly: "You can sit on my bed later, and you won't go back to your bed until I finish washing you."

Because Song Jiamu's bed was close to the bathroom, if he were in bed, he would definitely be able to hear the sound of her taking a shower, which always felt shameful.

Song Jiamu didn't know why, and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What kind of operation is this?"

"Anyway, just listen to me."

"All right."

He took out the hair dryer and didn't sit on her bed. He just sat on the sofa and quickly dried his hair.

Yun Shuqian closed the bathroom door and locked it, hung up the clothes, and saw his unwashed underwear and smelly socks.

A reserved girl will naturally not smell it.

She didn't feel anything at first, but as she took off her clothes one by one, the pants he hung underneath became particularly conspicuous, as if he was also inside, making Yun Shuqian feel uncomfortable all over.

"Go to hell, Song Zhutou...!"

She picked up the shower head and poured water on the disgusting pants. She also threw the bubbles of shower gel and shampoo on her body, as if she could hit Song Jiamu in this way.

This poor little piece of fabric was soon made a mess by the naughty girl.

…

Song Jiamu who was outside finally understood why Yun Shuqian asked him to sit further away. When it was quiet, the sound of the girl taking a shower became very clear. In such a hazy moonlight night, it was particularly fascinating.

After listening to it for half an hour, Song Jiamu felt that he could no longer act like this. He felt inexplicably guilty, even though he was just listening.

He stood up and opened the balcony door to get some air outside. The cool night breeze took away the heat in his blood.

From the height of the 16th floor, you can see the beautiful night view of Suzhou and Hangzhou. If I were myself two months ago, I would never have imagined that I would come here with Yun Shuqian to engage in club activities like lovers.

Girls take an extra long time to take a shower, and the water flow in the shower is much larger than that at home, so the shower is really comfortable.

Song Jiamu was blowing in the wind on the balcony and felt a little cold, but Yun Shuqian hadn't come out yet.

When he turned his head curiously, Yun Shuqian finally came out.

The bathroom door opened, her hair was wrapped in a towel, and the thick mist floated out as she opened the door, like a fairy descending to earth.

The girl's face was flushed and her skin was moist. She was wearing homely shorts and a loose T-shirt with a print of pandas eating bamboo. The neckline was not crowded, and her delicate and beautiful collarbones could be seen.

"Finally finished washing? I thought you fainted inside."

"What are you doing on the balcony..."

"Lest you say I eavesdropped."

"No, classmate Song Jiamu is actually so upright sometimes?"

"It seems you have a big misunderstanding of me."

Song Jiamu stretched out and said, "Give me a clothes hanger. My pants and socks haven't been washed."

"..."

Yun Shuqian silently hung up the washed underwear, including his own.

"You washed it for me?"

"……smoothly."

She had no intention of helping him wash it, but after she finished washing hers, she saw the mess of fabric that she had tortured, and she couldn't do it without washing it!

As for how shy she was during the scrubbing process, Yun Shuqian is so calm now. The girl who has taken this step is no longer afraid.

Don't be surprised by favor or disgrace, watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court. No intention of leaving or leaving, watch the clouds roll and relax in the sky. Be calm, Mount Tai collapses in front of you, and your face will not change.

She is calm, but Song Jiamu is not calm.

It felt like he was in a dream, Yun Shuqian actually helped him wash his underwear and smelly socks?!

"How come you suddenly..."

"Shut up."

"..."

"Then I'll help you wash it next time."

"unnecessary."

"Then will you still help me wash it tomorrow?"

"...Don't push yourself too far."

It was very windy on the balcony, and she was a little cold after taking a shower. She hurried back to the room, closed the glass door and locked Song Jiamu out.

Song Jiamu didn't like to blow in the wind on the balcony, so he opened the glass door and came in.

"Do you want the curtains to be closed?"

"Pull it up."

He closed the curtains, and the quiet room immediately felt warm.

There is a kettle in the hotel, but neither of them dared to use it to boil water for drinking.

Song Jiamu took out a bottle of water from his bag, opened it and handed it to her. Song Jiamu picked up the hair dryer.

"Sit down and I'll help you dry your hair."

"No need..."

Yun Shuqian was in a happy mood. She said no, but she sat down obediently.

"The cord is not long enough. You sit on the bedside. There is a socket here."

"Is now okay."

"Can."
To be continued...