After a long buildup, a man and a woman, both panting, reluctantly parted ways in a mixture of push and pull.
“Phew! Um… I’m going to take a shower. You rest first.”
Cheng Minghao sat on the bed as he spoke, then hurriedly got up and escaped into the cramped toilet.
“Bang!”
The toilet door closed.
“Hu~ hu~”
Lin Qingya’s face was flushed red with embarrassment, her breathing shallow.
The little deer in her heart was still thumping wildly, her thoughts in chaos.
She waited a moment, listening to the sound of shower water from the toilet.
Only then did Lin Qingya move, sitting up and slowly taking in the bed and her surroundings.
Lin Qingya murmured,
“The bra is at the foot of the bed, a cute pink bear bra for girls…”
“Un… derwear… can’t find the un… derwear…”
Her face remained red with embarrassment.
“Forget it, just put on the jacket first. Anyway, I probably won’t wear a br… a.”
She muttered, her cheeks continuing to burn.
Once all the outer clothes were on, since she wasn’t wearing a bra, underwear, or pantyhose, Lin Qingya’s chest and legs felt uncomfortable against the denim jacket.
She couldn’t help but push at her chest, then tug down the faded blue jeans.
Even after pushing at her chest, the discomfort remained.
Pulling the jeans harder made her hips feel tight and cold, and the tight denim along her thighs bunched up, looking unsightly.
“I have to go buy new underwear, and…”
Lin Qingya’s gaze shifted to the left side of the bed, where a pair of torn, flesh-colored, thin pantyhose hung halfway off the edge.
It was precisely because there were no pantyhose that she felt squeezed and chafed, making her uncomfortable.
“But I don’t know how to wear a bra…”
Lin Qingya’s gaze shifted to the toilet, where the sound of shower water and the silhouette of a male body inside were visible.
“This bastard will… let him help me…”
Suddenly, her cheeks flamed red and she cursed softly,
“I’m insane! Why am I giving him a benefit?”
After cursing, her face burned even hotter.
She and he were supposed to be rivals, sworn enemies.
Yet she had turned into a girl and even slept with him?
Lin Qingya hadn’t even looked in the mirror.
Earlier, when Cheng Minghao called her Qingya, she didn’t have the energy to notice, completely swept away by the man’s actions.
But now, as she put on her clothes, a strange sense of familiarity hit her—
“Wait, isn’t this the set Qingya wore after school yesterday?”
Lin Qingya muttered quietly.
Or perhaps it was ‘Chen Qing’ muttering quietly.
This confusion led Lin Qingya to slowly search for a mirror.
She found a small, cute, pink-cased, three-finger-wide folding round mirror in the right pocket.
‘This is…’
“Lin Qingya?!”
Lin Qingya’s mind went blank, freezing on the hotel bed.
In the bathroom, Cheng Minghao also heard Lin Qingya’s words.
He felt puzzled, but figured Lin Qingya was just drunk and talking nonsense, so he remained awkward and embarrassed.
They had just been classmates, but Lin Qingya was always a bit more proactive with him, chatting and hanging around.
Seemed interested.
But Cheng Minghao knew his own situation, so he didn’t want to delay a beautiful girl and didn’t define a romantic relationship.
Still, the way his rival Chen Qing would openly or secretly show jealousy and envy left him feeling…
Helpless and amused?
That made the three of them often gather together, cooperating ‘friendly’ with each other.
And they formed an ‘unusual friendship’.
After finishing his shower and dawdling for a while, Cheng Minghao in the toilet wondered if Lin Qingya had finished dressing outside.
So he asked,
“Cough! Qingya, your clothes…”
Lin Qingya was still dazed on the bed, still pondering her identity.
Recalling the broken, scattered, and blurry memories from before and after Yesterday’s Accident.
Cheng Minghao in the toilet, hearing no response from outside, moved closer to the blue frosted glass window on the door.
He could clearly see Lin Qingya sitting motionless on the bed.
“Qingya? Qingya? Are you dressed?”
Cheng Minghao kept asking, then tried turning the toilet door handle, hoping to provoke a reaction.
“I’m coming out, okay?”
He glanced down at himself and suddenly realized he was still in an excited state.
This made him even more embarrassed and awkward.
He couldn’t help but call out through the window to Lin Qingya outside.
“Cough! Um… my clothes are still outside. Could you bring them in for me?”
“Oh, right, just stand at the door and hand them to me.”
Cheng Minghao said.
Hearing his words, Lin Qingya snapped back a bit, responding instinctively,
“Oh, oh, okay, I’ll…”
She searched for the man’s clothes.
Looking around, she found the man’s boxer shorts on top of her torn pantyhose, which made her face turn red with embarrassment.
Then she found the rest of his clothes, picking them up one by one and hugging them to her chest.
As for the underwear that had fallen onto her pantyhose…
Lin Qingya chose to forget about it, her face flushed with embarrassment as she averted her gaze and walked to the toilet door.
She found it dirty, and since she herself had no underwear, she couldn’t be the only one looking disheveled.
“Here~ No… underwear. Figure it out yourself. Put it on before you come out.”
Lin Qingya, with legs pressed together in an odd stance, walked to the toilet door, biting her lip in embarrassment.
Her cheeks burned with shame, a reflex of the body rather than her own desire to feel shy.
In her heart, helping to pick up someone else’s underwear was simply dirty and disgusting.
“Cough! Got it, understood.”
Inside, Cheng Minghao could only nod, accepting Lin Qingya’s words.
Taking advantage of the open door, he snuck a glance at Lin Qingya’s hand as she passed him the clothes.
Her sleeve was in place, meaning she’d dressed, which eased his mind—but also made him feel reluctant, concerned, and disappointed.
“Hmph!”
Lin Qingya snorted softly, looking at the closed bathroom door.
She was upset that her former goddess had been completely claimed by her rival, her sworn enemy.
And she had even, while fully awake, been with the man now inside the toilet.
Disgusting!
“Ugh~”
Lin Qingya suddenly felt nauseous, doubling over with her hand over her mouth and a frown on her face.
The feeling of disgust turned her face red as she bent over.
“Are you feeling unwell?”
Cheng Minghao stepped out of the toilet, wearing the dirty hoodie from yesterday’s fight.
He didn’t realize he was the cause of Lin Qingya’s nausea and discomfort.
Last night, drunk, he hadn’t held back with Lin Qingya.
Because of her drunken, proactive kiss, he had pinned her to the bed and…