“Tell me, what is it?”
Song Qiuyu was stunned for a moment. Was there really another way?
“You taught me,” Jiang Xiao said, looking at her intently.
Upon hearing this, Song Qiuyu analyzed for several seconds in her mind, then suddenly understood. Her beautiful apricot eyes lit up all at once.
So he was talking about the Tender Catgirl!
“Mine is in the cabinet in my bedroom. Could you get it for me?”
Jiang Xiao turned his face away, looking a little embarrassed.
“No problem!”
Song Qiuyu beamed, and the sight of her happily turning away left Jiang Xiao with complicated feelings.
He understood why she was happy now, but he still felt a little sad, a little helpless, and a bit angry.
He really wanted to grab her and make her fulfill the girlfriend duties she’d ignored for the past six years, right now.
Only helping, not taking responsibility—what a scoundrel! Song Qiuyu was definitely that kind of scoundrel!
When Song Qiuyu found the Tender Catgirl in Jiang Xiao’s bedroom cabinet, her heart was beating incredibly fast.
She had completely forgotten that after finishing their last sponsored project, the client had given everyone in the dorm a Tender Catgirl as a gift.
Praise be to the Catgirl. Thank the Catgirl.
She quickly put it on, and in a few brisk steps, hurried back to the bathroom. [Then, holding it in both hands, she cheerfully handed it to Jiang Xiao, who was still covered in white bubbles: “Here you go, your Catgirl is here!”]
Looking at this bizarre scene, the corners of Jiang Xiao’s mouth twitched slightly.
He could guess what she was thinking now—it must be that the Catgirl was an angel, saving her just in time.
But the one who really saved her was him.
He lowered his eyes and quietly took what she brought, his voice deep and hoarse: “Thanks, could you step outside for a bit?”
“Okay!”
Song Qiuyu agreed without hesitation.
She turned and left the bathroom at once, then obediently sat on the sofa, waiting patiently. As she waited, she couldn’t help sneaking glances at the bathroom, her face showing a mix of helplessness and embarrassment.
She had, of course, noticed how uncomfortable Jiang Xiao looked just now. If his girlfriend were here, she’d probably step in personally.
Jiang Xiao must have been hoping for that kind of ambiguous expectation.
She would, too, if she were in his shoes.
Who wouldn’t want to get close to the one they liked, to do things that made both people shy, and make a mess out of each other?
Best of all would be seeing the side of the other that you’d never see in public, that shocking contrast.
But Song Qiuyu couldn’t fulfill Jiang Xiao’s expectations.
If he insisted on pestering her, Jiang Xiao would have to stay a virgin for life!
Hmm…
It was so quiet.
Was Jiang Xiao hesitating because she was outside and felt too shy?
She pursed her lips, then lied that she’d put on headphones and was listening to music, but it seemed Jiang Xiao saw through the lie at once.
So she didn’t bother him any further.
But her clothes were soaked, and as she sat longer, she felt colder and colder, to the point where she wanted to change. She spoke up again: “Jiang Xiao~ are you done yet?”
“Cough!”
“Jiang Xiao, are you okay?”
Song Qiuyu shot up from the sofa.
“I’m fine.”
Jiang Xiao’s voice was unusually low and hoarse.
“I’m getting cold. Could you hurry up a bit?”
Song Qiuyu understood and sat back down, rubbing her chilly arms. Her chest felt even more stifled, wondering if Jiang Xiao was thinking of Shen Xi or her while doing whatever he was doing in there.
“Okay…”
Jiang Xiao responded, then fell silent.
A moment later, Song Qiuyu finally got the signal, rubbed her cold hands together, and hurriedly opened the door to return to the bathroom.
As soon as she entered, her nose and mouth were filled with a floral scent. She tried to keep her composure, closed the door, and broke the awkward silence herself.
“Alright, let me help you rinse off. Once all the bubbles are gone, I’ll help you dry off!”
“Sorry to trouble you.”
Jiang Xiao’s voice was still just as hoarse.
Hearing this, Song Qiuyu instinctively glanced at him from the corner of her eye, and her face suddenly changed—it looked like there had been no change at all.
“Stop looking.”
Jiang Xiao felt uncomfortable being watched by her and didn’t want to say anything more.
“J-Jiang Xiao, are you sure you don’t need me—”
Seeing his reaction, Song Qiuyu got nervous, her heart pounding.
She had a feeling that she herself was the culprit behind all this.
“No need.”
Jiang Xiao shook his head.
If he let her help, it’d probably only make things worse.
Song Qiuyu pressed her lips together. Suddenly, she felt this innocent little virgin was kind of pitiful, but if she could, she hoped he would stay pitiful—better that than turning his urges toward her.
It’s fine, Ha Jixiao, just wait until you find a wife, then you can vent everything.
She was determined to help him find this person as soon as possible and take responsibility.
But really, is Sang Tian not an option?
With this thought, she quickly walked over to him, directly facing the angry dragon below, grabbed the cloth, and finished the final cleaning for him.
She even washed his hair for him.
After everything was settled and she dressed him, she pushed him out of the bathroom.
Then she fetched a dry towel for his hair and said, “You dry your hair first. When I finish my shower, I’ll help you blow-dry it.”
Jiang Xiao nodded slightly, using the dry towel to rub his hair, eyes downcast, not daring to look at her face.
With a creak, Song Qiuyu walked into the bathroom with her change of clothes and closed the door. The sound of running water soon filled the air again.
Jiang Xiao paused his hair-drying motions, let out a sigh of relief, and glanced at his right hand in a cast.
Whenever he thought of the girl he liked sitting outside, soaking wet, waiting for him, he couldn’t focus on calming himself down at all.
He really hoped his arm would heal quickly—it was getting in the way of his pursuit of Song Qiuyu.
Though seeing Song Qiuyu so full of him, taking care of him, it actually felt pretty nice.
Inside the bathroom, Song Qiuyu couldn’t help glancing at the Tender Catgirl on the floor.
There was still a lot of work for her to do after she finished her shower.
It’s really hard to atone these days.
But for Jiang Xiao’s arm to heal quickly, she had to help with anything that required his right hand.
Thinking this, she looked down at her own clean, fair hands—today, these hands had touched places they shouldn’t have.
She had to be extra careful while showering.
After bustling about, she emerged from the bathroom, warm steam still clinging to her, and went to help the person waiting on the sofa blow-dry his hair.
Night gradually deepened.
Song Qiuyu collapsed onto her bed, almost drifting off. She lazily lay there for a while, then remembered Jiang Xiao’s message, rolled over, and picked up her phone.
Even with Jiang Xiao’s phone in her hand, she still preferred to check her own account for new messages.
Not for any special reason—mainly to get rid of the little red notification dot.
She switched accounts on QQ, and seeing the message Jiang Xiao sent that afternoon, she had some thoughts.
He was probably once again blatantly talking about her, the roommate, in his ex-girlfriend’s chat, flirting with her on purpose.
Though it’s normal for men to stay childish their whole lives.
She rested her chin in her palm and opened Jiang Xiao’s chat window.
[Jiang Xiao: Xier, I fractured a bone today saving Song Qiuyu. If this could move her heart, even just a little, it’d be worth it.]
Song Qiuyu scratched her head, rolled her eyes, and sighed softly.
This guy really has no restraint at all—his departed white moonlight was now nothing but a prop for couple role-play. Unbelievable!
If Shen Xi knew, she’d be turning over in her coffin, desperate to pop up and reply to him herself:
Scram.
But Song Qiuyu managed to hold back, crossing her legs, tilting her head, and thinking about these two weeks of living together, and what just happened in the bathroom.
She couldn’t deny it—their cohabitation was extremely harmonious, as if they could happily go on like this for a lifetime.
Jiang Xiao could game with her, cook, he was smart and helped her with her studies, and he was handsome too. When it came to short videos, he was also a big help.
Mentally, materially, and even desire-wise, he satisfied everything.
He was the stuff of dreams.
She felt that if she refused such a dream lover who literally fell into her lap, everyone would yell at her: Song Qiuyu, are you brainless?!
Thinking this, Song Qiuyu couldn’t help but smile a goofy, silly smile.
She couldn’t put her phone down, closed her eyes, and lay on the bed.
Precisely because she knew how great Ha Jixiao was, she couldn’t let him be held back by her. She was no longer who she used to be.
She wouldn’t drag down a good friend a second time—never again.
Suddenly feeling cold, she pulled up the folded quilt and snuggled in, immediately recalling the whole mix-up with the wrong body wash.
She couldn’t help glancing toward the room next door, wrapping herself tighter in the covers.
Come to think of it, Jiang Xiao’s bed probably smelled just like hers now…
She wondered if Jiang Xiao was asleep yet.