Unlike the bathroom, the washroom was located at the outermost part of the first-floor guest room area and was much smaller than the bathroom, less than ten square meters.
After washing her face, Ning Chuxue wrung out the towel until no more water dripped before placing it back on the nearby rack with peace of mind.
Because wet towels needed ventilation, they couldn’t be stored in the closet, otherwise they would get moldy and grow fuzz.
At the very least, she had to wait until most of the moisture evaporated before putting it away.
That was also the reason Ning Chuxue had thrown away several towels and still left them out in the open…
Yes, in just one month, she had lost at least seven towels—an average of one per week.
Once, she could even clearly smell a very strong perfume scent, just like this time.
Once, it was even worse—she could see long hair on it.
But every time she went to confront them, the response was always,
“I accidentally sprayed perfume on it.”
And,
“I’ve been really anxious lately, so it’s inevitable to lose hair.”
Each time, Ning Chuxue couldn’t help but complain: Even if she was losing hair badly, how did it end up on her towel?
But the two older sisters who were often at home insisted it was an accident, so things were left at that.
Even though Ning Chuxue felt violated, considering her sisters were good to her and had no dangerous intentions, she didn’t press the issue.
After tidying up her messy hair, Ning Chuxue looked in the mirror and pulled up the collar that had slipped off her shoulder.
“Perfect.”
Her face—the one that made countless people envious—paired with her current decent mood and expression, radiated vitality.
Just as she was about to leave the room, her forehead suddenly bumped into something soft.
She looked up and found Mu Wannuo had walked in at some point.
“Little Pitiful, why are you up so early today?”
She was clearly a bit surprised. She instinctively glanced at the damp water droplets, and her heartbeat picked up half a beat again.
“I like to sleep in, but that doesn’t mean I can’t wake up.”
Regaining her composure, Ning Chuxue couldn’t help but complain, but the touch on her forehead still made her instinctively envious.
At the same time, a question arose in her mind:
‘Isn’t she tired?’
Judging that Ning Chuxue hadn’t noticed her sneaky use of her towel last night, Mu Wannuo breathed a sigh of relief inside.
“Soy milk and steamed buns are on the table, Little Pitiful. If it’s not enough, just tell me.”
Her expression was natural, with no trace of guilt. She even took the opportunity to show concern.
Ning Chuxue was pulled back to reality by her words. Shame instantly spread through her entire body, and her toes involuntarily curled against the soles of her shoes. The lingering sensation from earlier still echoed.
She stammered, trying to argue something, but the words were stuck in her throat.
After struggling for a long time, she finally managed to force out a faltering sentence:
“I… I got it. I’ll go eat first. F—fattening face…”
Her tone was flustered, and even her tongue tied itself in knots.
Realizing she couldn’t salvage it, she ran out of the washroom in embarrassment.
If she didn’t run, she felt she would really start letting her imagination run wild.
After reaching the table, she saw a cup of hot soy milk.
She took a small sip. The temperature was fine, so she downed the whole cup.
Her chaotic emotions finally eased.
With rationality returning, she thought back to the scene just now and suddenly realized something.
‘Feeling embarrassed around my own sister… doesn’t that seem way too strange?’
If she hadn’t run, she could have explained herself, but now that she had run away, wasn’t it even harder to explain?
And Mu Wannuo was especially observant—she would definitely notice…
Thinking about it, Ning Chuxue felt like the sky was falling.
She felt that in Mu Wannuo’s mind, she had now been completely labeled as an eccentric.
An eccentric who had weird thoughts about the same sex—even about a sister.
“Impulsiveness really doesn’t pay off!!!”
Ning Chuxue regretted deeply, frantically racking her brain to find any remedy.
Mu Wannuo stood in front of the washroom door, staring blankly at Ning Chuxue as she ran off in panic.
“An illusion?”
She thought she had seen Ning Chuxue reacting to her?
A question arose in her mind, and she instinctively took down Ning Chuxue’s towel.
“If it’s not an illusion, then Little Pitiful has desires toward the same sex—even a family member of the same sex?”
This was definitely valuable information, and in her heart, it was information worth its weight in gold.
“If that’s really the case, then being liked by Little Pitiful would make sense.”
Mu Wannuo looked at the mirror and noticed that her expression was a little excited, completely opposite to her usual calm demeanor.
Aware of her loss of composure, she coughed lightly, rubbed Ning Chuxue’s towel in her hands, and wiped her face.
Having desires meant that Ning Chuxue didn’t entirely see her as an “older sister,” but more as a somewhat familiar stranger.
If it were the old Ning Chuxue, she would never have had desires toward her.
Even when repeatedly asked to bathe together, she was just an innocent girl-next-door who didn’t understand things.
But now, she was like a budding green plum.
Just then, something unexpected happened.
“Sister Mu Wan… that’s my towel…”
Hearing the familiar, childish voice, Mu Wannuo was suddenly stunned.
She turned around and found Ning Chuxue had returned at some point.
Her nervous state lasted less than a second before being replaced by confusion.
Her expression puzzled, she pretended to flip the towel over to look at the name on it.
“Oh dear—”
As if suddenly realizing, she feigned surprise and set the towel aside, saying apologetically,
“Little Pitiful’s towel and mine were placed together. I didn’t notice.”
Ning Chuxue didn’t believe her. She had finally caught an advantage—she had to find evidence!
So she completely forgot that she had come back to figure out how to explain what had just happened.
Suspicious, she looked up at the spot on the rack where she had placed her towel.
But the result wasn’t what she wanted.
At some point, another towel had indeed appeared on that rack, identical to the one Ning Chuxue was currently using.
But the name on that towel was Mu Wannuo.
“Strange. When did that appear?”
Ning Chuxue began to doubt herself.
‘If I remember correctly, it wasn’t there when I came out…’
Her shift from accusation to self-doubt naturally did not escape Mu Wannuo’s eyes.
“Little Pitiful’s towel is the same as mine. Mistakes are inevitable.”
Mu Wannuo secretly relished the moment, and even comforted her:
“It’s fine. I’ll change to a new one later.”
Ning Chuxue wanted to say something more, but she couldn’t find any fault to pick.
In the end, all her thoughts condensed into one sentence:
“Sister Mu Wan, please look more carefully next time. No matter what, two people can’t share one towel.”
Mu Wannuo looked at her and smiled without answering. She took down her own towel and used it.
Ning Chuxue left empty-handed and returned to the table to continue eating.
“Phew… Good thing I prepared in advance…”
Mu Wannuo patted her chest in relief.
To prevent Ning Chuxue from finding out, she had deliberately prepared an identical towel, and it came in handy.
“It would be bad if Little Pitiful suspected I was a pervert.”