When Xiang Qing is serious, she can be really stubborn.
Zhang Zhaomu could only glossed over the topic.
Walking back into the stairwell in the rain, Zhang Zhaomu folded her umbrella, let out a long sigh, and asked, "Are you cold?"
"I'm not cold." Xiang Qing's school uniform was clinging to half of her body, revealing a hint of her underwear, which made her a little uncomfortable. She said, "Let's go upstairs quickly."
"Okay." Zhang Zhaomu nodded. "Take a shower first, or you'll easily catch a cold."
"Okay." Xiang Qing paused, then added, "Oh no, I didn't bring a change of clothes..."
"You only realize it now? Who told you to insist on getting soaked in the rain?" Zhang Zhaomu said helplessly.
"I didn't think that much about it at the time," Xiang Qing said softly.
"Just wear mine for now," Zhang Zhaomu said. "Luckily you're tall enough, it shouldn't look too strange on you. If it were Chen Zhen, my T-shirt would probably reach her knees."
"That's an exaggeration!" Xiang Qing was immediately amused. " Zhenzhen isn't short, is she? Around 1.6 meters is the most suitable height for a girl, I'm so envious."
She added, "I wish I could switch heights with her."
Zhang Zhaomu chuckled and said, "Your current height is perfect for you. If you were shorter, you wouldn't have that tall, classical beauty's aura anymore."
Xiang Qing's pretty face flushed slightly. "What?"
She got shy when praised.
Back home, Chen Zhenzhen couldn't wait to ask, "Where's my sausage?"
"No," Zhang Zhaomu said irritably, "You, who sits at home waiting, don't deserve to eat grilled sausages!"
Chen Zhenzhen glared at him angrily.
"The boss said there's no grilling today," Xiang Qing quickly explained.
"Alright then." Chen Zhenzhen glanced at the two of them. "Why are you both soaked to the bone? Didn't you bring umbrellas?"
"We have a stubborn one among us." Zhang Zhaomu curled his lip and put the plastic bag on the table. " Chen Zhen, go boil some water and cook some instant noodles. I'll find Xiang Qing a change of clothes."
Zhang Zhaomu doesn't actually have many clothes, but fortunately, because of her " Refined " persona, they are all very clean.
Considering it was for a girl, and that Xiang Qing's mother might video check up on him, he chose a plain white T-shirt that wouldn't look out of place, and also found a pair of black knee-length casual pants with an elastic waistband.
Well, if it were for Chen Zhenzhen, she wouldn't even need casual pants; she could wear a T-shirt as a dress.
Xiang Qing, a little embarrassed, went into the bathroom with her clothes in hand. Zhang Zhaomu felt uncomfortable with her wet clothes on, so she simply took them off.
Anyway, it's not embarrassing for a guy to be shirtless, especially since Chen Zhen is the only guy in the family.
"Tsk." Chen Zhenzhen glanced at him sideways while eating instant noodles. "You don't even have abs, and you still have the nerve to take your clothes off?"
Zhang Zhaomu: "..."
I take back what I said earlier; I'm feeling a bit awkward now.
"You just wait, one day I'll have eight-pack abs!" Zhang Zhaomu gritted his teeth and said, "And when that time comes, you might not even get to see them."
"Heh." Chen Zhenzhen just smiled contemptuously, "Laughable. If you had eight-pack abs, I'd kneel down and beg you to show them to me."
Girls usually take their time showering, but perhaps considering that Zhang Zhaomu was still wet, Xiang Qing only showered for a few minutes before coming out.
This was the first time Zhang Zhaomu had seen Xiang Qing wearing clothes other than her school uniform.
His gaze was instantly drawn to those incredibly long legs.
He remembered Xiang Qing saying that she wasn't actually very thin, and Zhang Zhaomu only truly understood that now.
Her legs were not the kind of skinny, bony sticks; instead, they were full of abundant, elastic extension, as if the Creator had deliberately lengthened her proportions by an inch, making all the lines reach their extreme before ending.
Because of her slightly tense posture, her knees were slightly turned inward, and her inner thighs were completely closed, leaving only a narrow diamond-shaped gap of light below her calves. As the light passed through, it cast a flowing honey-colored glaze on her skin.
If those legs were used to shoot a stockings commercial, they'd be paid at least the highest tier... No, they're so beautiful that wearing stockings seems almost superfluous.
Snap!
Chen Zhenzhen jumped up and slapped Zhang Zhaomu on the back of the head.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Zhaomu turned around and asked angrily.
"Why are you asking me? Zhang Zaowan, have you no shame!" Chen Zhenzhen pouted so hard her lips almost reached the sky. "What's so interesting? Your eyes are practically popping out!"
"Ahem..." Zhang Zhaomu was a little embarrassed. "It's not a matter of whether it looks good or not... I was just using a professional perspective to analyze whether there was room for adjustment in the outfit I prepared for Xiang Qing..."
"Keep making this up, you big pervert!" Chen Zhenzhen Xiang Qing to sit on the sofa. "Go take a shower! Wash away all those filthy thoughts of yours!"
"Why is he still possessive of his food..." Zhang Zhaomu muttered, and went into the bathroom.
After the door closed, Chen Zhenzhen earnestly warned Xiang Qing, "You must be careful today. I have a feeling that Zhang Zaowan has ill intentions towards you. Otherwise, why would he choose this kind of outfit out of so many clothes?"
"Is there something wrong with this outfit?" Xiang Qing, somewhat puzzled. "It's quite comfortable to wear, and it smells nice."
She even lifted her collar and smelled it.
Chen Zhenzhen: "How could it smell good! Zhang Zaowan!"
"It doesn't smell bad," Xiang Qing explained earnestly, even leaning closer to pull up her clothes. "You can smell it if you don't believe me."
"I don't want to!"
Chen Zhenzhen turned her face away, feeling inexplicably unhappy.
I haven't even worn Zhang Zaowan clothes yet... I should have known better than to be lazy.
After Zhang Zhaomu finished washing up, the three of them sat around the table, each with a bowl of instant noodles in front of them.
"It smells so good!" Xiang Qing said expectantly. "My mom doesn't allow me to eat instant noodles, so I only sneak one occasionally."
"Then you're really unlucky," Zhang Zhaomu boasted. "I'm different. I can eat instant noodles whenever I want! Last year I ate at least two hundred bowls of instant noodles!"
"Two hundred barrels?!" Xiang Qing exclaimed in surprise, " Zhang Zhaomu, you're amazing!"
Chen Zhenzhen: "..."
I don't know how to complain for a moment.
She sniffed the air. "It does smell nice, but it doesn't quite smell like instant noodles... it smells more like stir-fried meat."
"Oh, that's Duan Chan'er cooking." Zhang Zhaomu was already used to it. "We live close by, so I can smell it every mealtime."
Chen Zhenzhen's hand tightened around the fork; suddenly, she didn't like the instant noodles anymore.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Zhang Zhaomu got up and opened the door. " Duan Chan'er? Is there something you need?"
"It's raining heavily outside," Duan Chan'er's voice came through. "I figured you probably couldn't order takeout, so I just cooked some food. Want to eat together?"
"I'd really like to eat some," Zhang Zhaomu said, shrugging. "But the instant noodles are already cooking, and there are quite a few of us here."
"Hmm?" Duan Chan'er peeked into the doorway and met the gazes of Xiang Qing and Chen Zhenzhen.
A hint of surprise appeared on her face. She turned to look at Zhang Zhaomu before smiling and saying:
"It's okay, I'll just cook two more dishes."
"In this kind of weather, it's more lively to eat together with a large group."