Evening.
A little after ten, the night breeze drifted softly by, carrying the chirping of crickets.
At the Street Dormitory, after returning from the dance, Dong Xuebin stood in the living room fussing over a set of clothes. District Governor Yuehua had lent them to him that morning, and he had not had a chance to return them. After all, he had been caught in the rain for so long that day, and even after washing them, they were covered in wrinkles. He could not possibly return them like that, so Dong Xuebin spread the clean Western-style Pants on the table, found an iron, and began pressing them with a huff and puff.
Once... Twice... The steam rose, and the wrinkles gradually smoothed out.
Dong Xuebin nodded with satisfaction and began ironing Geng Yuehua's shirt as well.
Before long, the sound of a door opening and closing suddenly came from the hallway outside. It was fairly loud and squeezed through the crack beneath Dong Xuebin's door.
District Governor Yuehua was back?
Dong Xuebin had no idea what she had gone to do after leaving the Guest House ballroom. Seeing that it was not especially late yet, he immediately folded the pressed clothes neatly, put them into a bag and smoothed it flat. Finally, he hugged it to his chest, went to the hallway by the door, checked himself in the mirror, and fixed his hair. After thinking it over, he felt that was still inappropriate. Dong Xuebin simply put the things down and went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed up in advance to cover the lingering smell of smoke in his mouth. Only then did he grab his keys, push open his door, walk to the security door across the hall, and gently press her doorbell.
Ding-dong,