But what does Xia Ye want her T-shirt for?
Lu Yinxing immediately went to Xia Ye's room.
Fortunately, Xia Ye hadn't fallen asleep yet.
Once this guy falls asleep, even thunder won't wake him.
Lu Yinxing went over and directly asked, "Did you take my T-shirt?"
Xia Ye sat on the bed, long legs crossed, leaning against the headboard; surprisingly, he was reading a book.
Hearing Xia Yangyang's noise, he casually lifted his eyelids, "Your T-shirt, what are you asking me for?"
Xia Yangyang said, "It must be you who took it, right? Anyway, my precious T-shirt is missing. You better give me back the clothes."
Xia Ye spoke indifferently, "I didn't take it."
Lu Yinxing didn't continue the conversation and started searching through his room.
Xia Ye has mild OCD and a cleanliness obsession.
Everything in the room was neatly organized, not a single item out of place.
Lu Yinxing's room, however, was chaotic, creating a stark contrast.
