Chapter 9: Can you help me put on my bra?

Lin Qingya came out of the Kitchen, forced herself to rinse her mouth, then stood, leaning against the Kitchen doorway, hesitating for a long while.

She only stepped out of the Kitchen when her mind finally calmed down, deciding to take a desperate gamble.

In the living room.

Lin Qingya felt awkward, crossed her arms, and spoke up.

“I’m full!”

“Grumble!”

Her stomach protested loudly.

Lin Qingya blushed and gave it a small punch, silencing it instantly.

“Cough!”

Cheng Minghao was also embarrassed.

He looked away, stood up, and explained:

“I just made a call. The locksmith’s phone isn’t reachable. I’ll go check downstairs later. If you can’t go home tonight…”

Cheng Minghao glanced at the Sofa, then hesitated.

“You sleep on the Sofa. I’ll take the bedroom.”

“Oh, okay! I’ll sleep in the bed… Sofa?!”

Lin Qingya stared, suspecting she’d misheard.

Wasn’t it supposed to be more gentlemanly when facing the girl you like?

How did it turn out like this?

“Oh~ I get it now!”

Lin Qingya suddenly understood, smiling.

“You don’t want to be pua’d by a girl, so you want me to sleep on the Sofa, right?!”

Lin Qingya grinned, raising her finger and closing in on Cheng Minghao.

She didn’t realize how cute her gesture, her approach, and her smile looked.

“Cough!”

Cheng Minghao coughed, backing away, but couldn’t help noticing Lin Qingya’s adorable pose as she reached out and puffed her chest.

The girl’s S-shaped curve was highlighted under her Denim Jacket, denim pants, and white T-shirt.

Lin Qingya had just woken up, the zipper of her Denim Jacket undone, not hiding her chest.

But the white T-shirt underneath was thin, and she wasn’t wearing any underwear inside.

All the details and contours of her chest were visible, even the two subtle points that stood out.

It looked quite…

Ambiguous and tempting!

Even on the edge of the Sofa’s armrest, her stockings and bra were lying there.

The stockings were torn, the bra was intact—Lin Qingya just didn’t like wearing it.

The bra had been mixed in with the stockings and brought back together.

As for why Lin Qingya didn’t like wearing it, why she didn’t want to, why she let her full curves sway before his eyes…

Cheng Minghao didn’t dare ask, nor did he want to remind her.

Anyway, outside and on the road, Lin Qingya had zipped up, so there was no risk of exposing herself to others.

So her current indecent posture was only visible to him.

He couldn’t be bothered to point it out.

“N…no!”

Cheng Minghao ‘denied’ it, but in Lin Qingya’s ears, it was pure denial!

“Hahaha! It’s fine, I get it! No pua, no pua! The Sofa’s fine, I don’t care!”

Lin Qingya laughed as she sat back on the Sofa.

She glanced around Cheng Minghao’s place and found it was just like her own—or rather, like ‘his’—with no TV.

She wondered about her own place across the hall—did it have a TV?

If so, that would be amazing.

She’d be so happy!

It would be perfect.

“How am I supposed to sleep tonight?”

Lin Qingya wondered, plopping onto the Sofa and eyeing her stockings and bra.

Her cheeks reddened.

“Looks like I can’t shower tonight. No towel, no clothes.”

She muttered as she thought.

Cheng Minghao heard and said,

“I’ll go look for a locksmith later. There’s still a bath towel at home. I’ll find it for you to use. And a blanket… You can use mine. Do you mind?”

Lin Qingya was happy at first about the bath towel, then rolled her eyes.

“The sheets have already… cough! Of course I don’t mind.”

They’d already rolled in the sheets, she’d woken up in Cheng Minghao’s bed, even with her mouth full of…

At this point, what was there to mind?

Cheng Minghao’s face flushed at her words.

“True…”

He completely agreed with Lin Qingya, but then—

“Oh, wait, no, maybe… I’ll just go downstairs!”

Cheng Minghao grew flustered, uncertain if he was right or not.

Better to make a quick escape.

He dashed out.

Bang!

Actually, there was no bath towel at home—not even a big one for himself.

Guys didn’t care, they just used a regular towel as a washcloth.

They wouldn’t specially buy a big bath towel—guys weren’t that particular.

But since Lin Qingya mentioned it, and because he’d sort of ‘acted improperly’ last night…

Even if she didn’t seem to care.

Dinner and the bath towel tonight were, well…

“Pah! Qingya isn’t that cheap!”

Cheng Minghao scoffed.

He’d read too many manga and had been given too many, always thinking about things like ‘paying for it.’

His Qingya was priceless—free.

“No! Screw ‘free’!”

Cheng Minghao shook his head quickly, sprinting down the stairs.

Even as he ran, he thought, Lin Qingya had paid for the hotel.

Why did it feel like not only had he gotten it for free, but she even paid him instead?

Add it all up, and…

Was he the one being paid for?

“Pah!”

Cheng Minghao spat forcefully.

…

Upstairs.

After some time, Cheng Minghao returned.

“Back already?”

Lin Qingya sat bored on the Sofa, fiddling with her stockings and bra, trying to figure out how to put them on.

Tomorrow was class.

She couldn’t just ‘boldly’ go out, could she?

That’d make her a school pervert.

Maybe boys were shy or clueless and didn’t look closely at how girls dressed.

But ‘Lin Qingya’ remembered, all around her were girls, female classmates.

Gossipy girls would scrutinize her, and if she wasn’t careful, she’d be seen as a female hooligan!

So tomorrow, she could go without stockings, but a bra was a must!

“Mm.”

Cheng Minghao nodded, tossing a new bath towel from his left hand.

He’d planned to pretend he’d found it at home, but since it was right there, tags and all, he couldn’t be bothered to hide it.

“I also bought a cup and toothbrush. And a mirror and comb for you to do your hair tomorrow.”

He tossed another bag onto the brown Sofa.

Lin Qingya glanced at the towel, spotting a pink cup and pink toothbrush inside.

“Is this to stop me from going home? Are you trying to cohabit with me?”

Lin Qingya was getting used to her body, but not her gender.

She smiled innocently as she asked, finding it amusing.

“Cough!”

Cheng Minghao turned away, embarrassed.

“No, the locksmith isn’t around, so… I didn’t want you to have to leave awkwardly.”

“Oh~ So after a shower and brushing my hair, I’m not awkward anymore?”

Lin Qingya asked as she ran her hand through her loose hair.

She’d tied it up when leaving the hotel.

At least, she’d tried.

But her hair-tying skills as a guy were… well, she’d tied it behind her head with her eyes closed.

‘She’ didn’t know how to do hair at all.

Because she was worried messy hair would ruin the goddess’s image, she left it loose.

Then she suddenly asked,

“Do you know how to tie hair? The school requires all girls to tie their hair. I can’t. I forgot! You have to help me.”

“Mmph~ Because you messed it up, on the bed, it’s your responsibility to fix it.”

Lin Qingya found herself a reason, a little moral blackmail for Cheng Minghao.

But as she talked about it, she kept mentioning the two of them tangled on the bed, which made her blush even more.

Seeing Lin Qingya’s flushed face, Cheng Minghao was first stunned, then embarrassed, turning his head away as he asked,

“You really can’t?”

“Yeah, I was too scared and forgot. What, you don’t believe me?! If you don’t, I’ll hit you!”

Lin Qingya said cheerfully, a little haughty.

She knew Cheng Minghao wouldn’t hit a girl, so she was bold.

But while he wouldn’t hit girls, she had no such qualms about him!

Now, whenever she fought with Cheng Minghao, she’d have the upper hand.

“Heeheehee!”

Lin Qingya couldn’t help giggling at Cheng Minghao.

Watching her silly smile, Cheng Minghao was a bit dazed.

He felt that Lin Qingya only acted spoiled and silly because she liked him.

He felt happy, ignoring the fact that Lin Qingya couldn’t tie her hair.

He just smiled and said,

“Alright, I’ll help you…tie your hair!”

“Mm, okay!”

Just moments before, Lin Qingya had been fantasizing about beating up Cheng Minghao, knowing he wouldn’t fight back.

Now, hearing his reply, she felt even giddier.

She suddenly exclaimed,

“Then you can help me put on my bra, too! It’s settled—”

She didn’t finish the last three words.

“I need to use the bathroom!”

Lin Qingya suddenly got up and rushed toward Cheng Minghao’s Kitchen.

“Hey! The bathroom’s that way!”

Cheng Minghao reminded her.

“It’s all the same!”

Lin Qingya’s cheeks were bright red, utterly mortified.

She couldn’t believe she’d even thought about Cheng Minghao helping her put on and take off her bra.

Too much!