“…Hmph!” Lin Qingya cast a sidelong glance at Cheng Minghao but didn’t bother explaining herself.
Cheng Minghao saw Lin Qingya’s cold snort and felt awkward on his face.
He just walked over to the bed, found his boxers, and then headed back to the bathroom.
“Bang!”
The wooden bathroom door closed firmly once again.
Lin Qingya looked toward the bathroom door, then shifted her gaze back to the small bed where the two of them had slept and shared their joy.
She started to move but hissed through her teeth, bending over once more to cover her ‘injured spot’ with both hands.
“Cheng Minghao~” Lin Qingya’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her brows furrowed in pain and anger as she called out.
It was all because of this nemesis that she…
“What’s wrong?”
From inside the bathroom, Cheng Minghao heard the noise.
He quickly finished dressing and stepped out, holding his pants.
Lin Qingya, bent over and clutching her legs, glanced at Cheng Minghao’s hands tying the drawstring of his casual pants.
Then her eyes dropped toward a certain area, before quickly darting upward in awkwardness.
The robust morning vigor made Lin Qingya’s face burn red, and she deliberately avoided his gaze, saying, “It’s nothing!”
Clearly, this was a spiteful remark.
The girl’s bent-over posture, legs pressed tightly together, looked very eye-catching—indeed, quite attractive.
Especially with Lin Qingya tightly covering and pressing her legs together, her rounded hips revealed her discomfort, embarrassment, and unease.
“Nothing…” Cheng Minghao muttered softly, “Nothing. I’m leaving now~”
As he spoke, Cheng Minghao moved quickly and stepped out of the cramped inn room.
“Bang!” He even shut the door behind him, leaving Lin Qingya alone inside the inn.
“You—” Lin Qingya blushed and shyly wanted to move her legs but found it difficult to spread them.
She could only huff in frustration at Cheng Minghao, then barely managed to support herself against the wall as she shuffled her body.
A minute and a half later.
Lin Qingya stood hesitantly at the inn room’s door, her right hand reaching out tentatively, afraid to open it.
She was still embarrassed by her awkward posture, worried that other men or women might see her, which would be mortifying.
She glanced back at the messy inn room behind her.
She remembered the goddess’s Pantyhose left on the bedside.
Such intimate items couldn’t be left to outsiders; she couldn’t let anyone else taint the girl she secretly admired.
She stepped back inside and reluctantly fussed for a long time before finally packing away the pantyhose.
Then she tucked them into her arms and headed for the door.
As a young woman for the first time, she walked with her legs pressed tightly together, taking tiny, hesitant steps. It took a great effort to finally reach the door.
“Knock knock~”
Suddenly, someone knocked on the wooden door from outside.
“Who is it?” Lin Qingya asked softly.
“Uh! I, um… Qingya,” came Cheng Minghao’s voice from outside. “Sorry for hurting you. I… I went to buy some ointment for your wound. You…”
Lin Qingya’s cheeks flushed scarlet, and she scolded angrily, “Go! Stay away! Okay?!”
“Uh! I left the medicine by the door on the floor. You can take it, and… I’ll help settle the inn bill and get your deposit back,” Cheng Minghao said.
The money he mentioned was, of course, the Room Deposit.
It turned out that Lin Qingya was the one who had booked the room. Cheng Minghao only found out after asking the innkeeper.
As for what had happened this morning…
Whether Lin Qingya had ill intentions or was scheming early on, he didn’t know.
But based on his trust and their mutual understanding, Cheng Minghao believed Lin Qingya wasn’t the type to take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state.
So… it was most likely that they both blacked out from drinking, then half-heartedly gave in…
Dry wood meets fire… erupting into a blazing flame.
“Tap tap tap~” Footsteps quickly and awkwardly receded outside.
Inside, the girl’s heart pounded loudly, embarrassed and restless.
After the footsteps faded away, Lin Qingya finally opened the door slightly, peeking out.
She saw an upper-body bare middle-aged man on the left side of the corridor, getting ready to leave early.
She bent over quickly, wincing and pressing her legs together as she picked up the ointment, then hurried back inside.
“Miss, do you need help?” the man outside asked.
“No! No need!” Lin Qingya replied shyly, hastily stepping away and turning back toward the bed.
She glanced at the blue Curtain behind her, a witness to last night’s rushed delight.
Even the Curtain was only half drawn.
But luckily, from the angle and position, even if the Curtain was forgotten, only the foot of the bed—the area around their ankles—might have been visible.
This was a small mercy in an unfortunate situation.
Lin Qingya bit her lips tightly, moved over, and pulled the Glass Window shut, then drew the Curtain fully closed.
With the soft ‘ssss’ sound of the curtain sliding, Lin Qingya sat back down on the bed and began to take off her faded blue denim jeans.
“Shh~”
Bent-legged, her delicate face flushed with shame, Lin Qingya closed her eyes as she applied the ointment.
When her fingers moved lightly to rub in the ointment, although too embarrassed to apply it thoroughly, she had no choice.
She could only spread a little ointment, making do as best she could.
Shifting her body, she put the tight, irritating denim jeans back on, then got up and headed toward the inn room door.
“Click~” The inn door opened. Lin Qingya’s cheeks burned red. It was her first time booking a room at an inn, and she feared being seen.
Even more, it was the first time she came to book a room as a girl, walking with a shy, awkward gait.
So…
“Ah!” Lin Qingya’s face startled. As she turned her head left, she saw a man—or rather, a boy.
No, perhaps a man—standing quietly against the wall at the left doorway, head bowed.
“Coming out now? Feeling a bit better?” The man, or boy, Cheng Minghao—ambiguous in his youthful looks—asked Lin Qingya bluntly.
“Better?” Lin Qingya felt even more embarrassed; her face flushed deeper. She lowered her head and said, “I… I’m… fine.”
Her delicate head bowed low for a long time, unwilling to look up at Cheng Minghao.
She didn’t know why she felt so shy, but facing Cheng Minghao, she just felt awkward.
“Oh~ Oh~ Good… good then.” Cheng Minghao awkwardly scratched his head, looking like a scruffy kid as he turned his head left.
Seeing Cheng Minghao look away, Lin Qingya hesitated slightly.
Since Cheng Minghao wasn’t paying attention to her anymore, she ignored him too, turning and heading toward the stairway.
Suddenly…
“Moving like that, step by step—how long are you going to take? I’ll walk you home.”
As he spoke, Cheng Minghao approached Lin Qingya and steadied her.
His right hand felt a little awkward as it touched something soft, leaving him at a loss.
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