Because he was sprawled on Xiao Qinghe's bed, with several pairs of little white briefs scattered beside it and Xiao Qinghe's white shirt covering his face.
His arm muscles were taut as he gripped the shirt.
It was impossible to tell whether he was pressing it to his face or trying to pull it away.
The room was a wreck.
As though a great battle had just taken place.
And everything in the room had served as a weapon.
The white shirt was stretched into an unnatural shape, seemingly radiating murderous intent.
The instant Xiao Qinghe saw it, that murderous intent vanished. It seemed to turn back into an ordinary 9.90-yuan shirt with free shipping, draped limply over Bai Yuqing's face.
To anyone else, it looked as though Bai Yuqing was lying almost naked on Xiao Qinghe's bed, sniffing a shirt he had worn.
Bai Yuqing: "..."
Not even all the water in the Yellow River could wash his name clean!
Little Xie's round electronic eyes glowed a faint blue as she hugged Xiao Qinghe's leg.
"Senior brother~ He's a pervert~ Such a pervert~"
Xiao Qinghe: "..."
I'm fucking losing it!
Even more horrifyingly, the front door had opened at some point.
A familiar figure walked in, glanced around, and saw the scene in the bedroom.
She froze in stunned silence.
Her face turned livid.
"A-Aunt Hong..." Xiao Qinghe's tongue tied itself in knots as a thought flashed through his mind-
I'm done for!
He had neither a father nor a mother. Aunt Hong had taken him in all those years ago.
To him, Aunt Hong was not his birth mother, but she was better than one. She was his only family.
And now Aunt Hong had seen a man in his room, practically stark naked and sniffing his shirt...