The balcony was filled with the biting chill of winter.
Song Qiuyu closed the bathroom door behind her and then, gathering her courage, walked over to the sink. She carefully turned on the faucet.
The water at night was already a bit freezing to the touch.
She picked up the small bag of laundry detergent and poured some into the basin.
It was almost the end of the semester, and yet she still hadn’t finished the laundry detergent that came as a freebie with the washing powder she bought.
The situation made her both happy and a little frustrated.
Happy because it meant she might not have to buy any more for the next semester or even the one after that.
Frustrated because she might end up not finishing it even after all four years of university.
She pursed her lips, thinking maybe Jiang Xiao and the others shouldn’t buy washing powder anymore and they could all just share the laundry detergent together.
After pouring enough detergent, she put it back where it belonged, took a deep breath, and dipped her delicate white hands into the basin.
In theory, the fresh scent of the detergent should have masked the lingering smell Jiang Xiao left behind.
However, when she lowered her head slightly, that familiar cedarwood aroma mixed with the scent of soap pods still filled her nostrils.
Tonight, there was an additional… embarrassing scent.
Song Qiuyu thought to herself how truly impressive she was.
To make amends, for the sake of her brother, she was already able to help wash the sheets and pants after his nocturnal emissions.
Who else but her would show such sincerity?
If Jiang Xiao ever found out the truth, he’d definitely have to admit, “Song Qiuyu, you really are amazing.”
She accidentally took in two more sniffs.
Her neck and ears slowly warmed up as her mind began to wander, only to realize she’d put her nose a bit too close.
Just as she was about to start scrubbing the underwear, her hands suddenly tensed.
Almost instinctively, she looked back but Jiang Xiao wasn’t behind her.
She sighed in relief, then craned her neck to glance toward her own bed.
Jiang Xiao should have already been asleep under her blanket.
With an even stronger scent.
Luckily, Jiang Xiao didn’t know she was actually Shen Xi.
Otherwise, staying in her bed wouldn’t just mean sleeping—it might mean she’d have double the laundry to do later.
Sleeping in a bed filled with the scent of one’s crush was definitely unbearable for Jiang Xiao, a pure and innocent boy.
Her two bedding sets were still hanging out on the balcony, not yet dry.
So neither of them really had a bed to sleep in.
Song Qiuyu imagined the current smell inside her quilt.
No matter how she thought about it, she couldn’t just lie down there as if nothing had happened. Jiang Xiao must understand that too.
In that sense, the mental pressure both of them were bearing wasn’t all that different.
But there was no avoiding it.
Snapping back to reality, she realized her hands had accidentally gotten some of the fluid from the underwear on them.
Sticky and wet.
She jumped back like she’d seen a ghost, tossing the underwear back into the basin before immediately rinsing her hands.
She couldn’t help but think of a risqué joke.
One day, a girl shook hands with a boy, and the next day, she got pregnant…
She frowned, cleaned her hands thoroughly, then refocused on scrubbing the clothes in the basin.
Finally, no matter how strong Jiang Xiao’s scent was, the fresh laundry detergent completely masked it.
“Phew…”
Song Qiuyu laughed softly, wrung out the clothes in the basin, and grabbed the Handmade Stick for Hanging Clothes to hang them all on the line.
Her small hands wiped the sweat from her forehead, and her face broke into a radiant smile, like a worker rejoicing over a bountiful harvest. Suddenly, she felt like a superhero.
If she could even overcome something like this, then what could possibly be too difficult for her!
Jiang Xiao couldn’t fall asleep at all.
His nerves were wound tight from head to toe.
He only opened his eyes when the sound of water from the balcony completely stopped.
Song Qiuyu didn’t seem like she was going to bed.
Wrapped in a blanket, she sat at her desk and turned on her laptop.
She clearly understood Jiang Xiao’s state at the moment, so she sent him a message on QQ.
［Song Qiuyu］: Jiang Xiao, you should try to sleep. I’m not very tired right now, so I’m using this energy to work on some commercial scripts. If you’re thirsty and want some water, just call out to me.
Jiang Xiao fell silent after reading the message.
Even though this was the most natural outcome.
No normal guy would want to share a bed with another guy—especially one who had just experienced a nocturnal emission.
Maybe nothing about Song Qiuyu tonight was strange at all.
Because she was kind.
The truly strange one was him.
Song Qiuyu kept waiting for Jiang Xiao’s reply, growing more uneasy the longer she waited.
She believed the message she sent had no flaws.
After a moment, finally—
“Ding!”
Her QQ received a new message.
［Jiang Xiao］: Okay. Thanks.
A very brief reply.
Song Qiuyu breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the bed, and after a long moment, just sighed softly.
Not to mention her own situation, just Jiang Xiao’s frequency of nocturnal emissions—she knew of two times already, and who knows how many more there were.
If this kept up, it wouldn’t be good. He really needed to find a wife soon.
Thinking this, she felt a little strange in the head and oddly regretful for no reason.
If only she really were Shen Xi, things wouldn’t be so difficult for either of them.
Their personalities fit well, and most importantly, Jiang Xiao was easy to get along with—both in hardware and software, he was excellent.
In a certain sense, they belonged to the kind of couple who should be happy once married…
Ugh, why did she have such twisted, abnormal thoughts…
So scary.
She almost slapped her own face to wake herself up but stopped just in time.
Then she stood up, poured a glass of water, gulped down two big sips, and sat back down.
The faint sound of keyboard typing began.
Jiang Xiao hadn’t gone to sleep.
He turned to the side, stealthily lifted the bed curtain, and leaned over the edge of the bed, looking down at Song Qiuyu fully immersed in editing the script, his eyes darkening.
Watching her work so seriously and thinking about all the sacrifices and considerations she had made for him, even though he knew he shouldn’t, his heart still beat faster.
All night, Song Qiuyu typed away while Jiang Xiao secretly watched her. Neither disturbed the other.
Dawn came quickly.
The other two roommates soon noticed three new things on the balcony, and Jiang Xiao still sleeping in her bed.
They all showed expressions ranging from surprise to shock, but she calmly explained.
“Jiang Xiao accidentally spilled water in the middle of the night. His pants and bedding all got wet. To prevent his condition from worsening, this was the only option.”
Of course, Song Qiuyu wouldn’t tell them that she was the one who washed all the wet clothes!
Xie Zhuran and Lin An finally understood and nodded, feeling quite moved inside.
Jiang Xiao must have saved the entire galaxy in his past life.
Such a super high-level godfather, you should rush to worship him if you meet him.
Jiang Xiao’s body temperature had dropped a lot, but to be safe, he still took a day off and stayed in the dormitory while Song Qiuyu went to class with Xie Zhuran and Lin An.
This class was taught by the Mediterranean Professor, so the three of them sat in their usual seats.
However, the cost of staying up all night was high. Song Qiuyu could barely keep her eyes open after a while.
The next second, the male professor called her name.
Song Qiuyu stood up reflexively.
Beside her, Xie Zhuran and Lin An panicked, racking their brains trying to save their roommate.
Meanwhile, Jiang Xiao, who should have been resting, finished organizing his clothes, opened the dorm door, and headed outside.
He kept walking until a rental listing appeared in his sight.
The wall belonged to a nearby shop, and the display window next to it showcased all kinds of figures.
Among them, the Handmade Figure of Keqing quickly caught his attention.
Just a glance made his ears burn red hot, and he hastily looked away.