Even though the young man usually reacted quickly, he was stunned this time, only grabbing his clothes to cover himself after a few moments, his face turning red as if it might drip blood.
At the same time, Lin Qiao quickly lowered the curtain, her usually not-so-blush face now red all the way to her ears, though her speech was steady, "You forgot your underpants; I left them at the door for you to get yourself." She said, placing the underpants on the chair beside her, then quickly left the doorway.
Thankfully, she didn't look down; otherwise, she might have gotten a sty.
The young man in the inner room stood there dumbfounded for a while before reaching out to grab the underpants at the door.
Lin Qiao glanced over, and her mind automatically generated a picture. In her daze, her hand touched the hot edge of the pot, and she immediately recoiled, bumping into the wooden ladle by the stove with a "thud."
