Looking at the towel draped over the clothes rod, originally dry, but now damp, Qiao Mo's cheeks flushed slightly.
And the toothbrush in the cup seemed no different from before.
Just that it used to face left, and now it's facing right...
Of course, she wouldn't use the toothbrush to scrub the toilet.
After taking a shower, she saw him sitting on the sofa watching TV. Qiao Mo glanced at him, unsure if he planned to stay over again tonight.
However, she really didn't want him to stay. At least, not right now.
She hung her washed underwear on the balcony and immediately saw a pair of navy blue boxer shorts flapping in the wind...
Really...!
Qiao Mo was momentarily speechless, just hanging her pale pink underwear beside it, feeling inexplicably weird.
One large, one small. One dark, one light. The two pieces of underwear were neatly flapping in the wind on the clothes hanger.
"If you like, you can look at the pair I'm wearing," Fu Nancheng glanced at her and said blandly.
