"I didn't bring any paper either."
Ansu said with a smile.
Actually, he had.
Obviously, Ashur's expression froze instantly.
He looked even more constipated than someone who was constipated—though he really was constipated.
His lips trembled slightly, his pupils constricted before slowly dilating. Lowering his gaze, he finally let out a soft breath, as though making some sort of resolution. "In that case, please wait for me a moment."
Ashur went back inside. Only after a rustling sound did he finally emerge, turn on the restroom tap, and viciously scrub his fingers again and again, nearly rubbing the skin off.
This guy was ruthless, even to himself.
Fingers were toilet paper too, Ansu thought to himself.
"Please don't tell anyone else about what happened today, Soldier Captain Sharp."
After a long silence, Ashur said, "Please don't let a second person know. The final preparatory bell has rung. There's only one minute until bed check, so let's leave quickly."
"Alright." Ansu nodded, already thinking about how to spread the news.
Although it was quite humiliating, it would not be too hard to accept if only Soldier Captain Sharp knew.
Soldier Captain Sharp was a very reliable man.
"Actually, a second person already knows." A dull male voice came from behind them.
The next second, Ashur's heart seemed to skip half a beat.
With the creak of an old door opening, the neighboring stall door slowly swung open, revealing Arthur's slightly awkward smile. He scratched his head sheepishly.
Ashur looked over in terror. When had this brat been hiding in there?
He had thought everyone else had left.
Who would have thought there was still a perverted homosexual lurking in a stall!
For a moment, the scene fell silent.
Arthur found the atmosphere somewhat awkward, so he gave Ashur a few laughs,