With a rush of impulsiveness, she placed her hand on the bathroom doorknob, only to let go two seconds later.
If she burst out and confronted Fu Jinghen, it would be even more embarrassing.
Wen Qiao felt that sometimes her obstinance was quite contradictory. They had slept in the same bed several times and even kissed several times. Fussing over him helping to organize her underwear seemed a bit over the top.
Standing under the shower, as the hot water cascaded over her, Wen Qiao's eyes involuntarily glanced towards the underwear on the rack.
Why does this underwear seem a bit ugly?
Maybe I should buy a few new sets?
The next morning, Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen left the house together.
The two-day and one-night program recording didn't require much luggage. Their separate 18-inch suitcases were more than enough.
After Wen Qiao followed Fu Jinghen upstairs last night, Xiao Chu went back and packed his luggage for him, and had it delivered to the car this morning.
