Yun Xiaoran was utterly embarrassed. He had never expected to find Shen Jin washing clothes here.
On closer inspection, why was she washing his clothes? Yun Xiaoran froze as well. Seeing his underwear in Shen Jin's hands hit him like a bolt from the blue.
He had washed his own underwear since he was thirteen.
Even during his five-year relationship with Li Qingxi, he had always washed his underwear himself. But today... what on earth was going on?
Why was Shen Jin holding his underwear?
Yun Xiaoran cleared his throat, finally breaking the painfully prolonged awkwardness.
Shen Jin came to her senses as well, mortified beyond words.
After putting down the underwear, she could neither stand nor stay crouched comfortably, so she decided she might as well keep crouching.
At least that seemed to make her a little less conspicuous.
Fortunately, Yun Xiaoran was fully covered by his pajamas.
He had not come strolling out naked or exposed anything he should not have.
Even so, Shen Jin had never seen Yun Xiaoran wearing pajamas before.
Even if she had, she had never seen him fresh out of the shower like this.
What was this? A picture of a hunk fresh from the bath?
Shen Jin was completely at a loss. Why did everything involving Yun Xiaoran always take her by surprise?
If only she had picked up a jacket to wash. Then she would not have ended up in such an awkward situation.
But now look what had happened.
She could not wash the jacket, let alone the underwear.
"Are you holding my underwear?"
Yun Xiaoran spoke first. There was no way he could keep acting reserved now.
After all, both his underwear and Shen Jin's blushing face were right in front of him. Still, the sight was rather lovely.