Yan Beicheng thought that it must be because he was sitting on Lin Chu’s bed and hugging her pillow while breathing in her hair fragrance. It must be a strong psychological hint within him that caused it. Most importantly though, it was because of the bed.
Yan Beicheng gave himself this excuse while washing his hands without using soap. He gave his hands a sniff, it still smelt of him. Yan Beicheng raised his eyebrows suddenly and walked into the kitchen with his wet hands held up, “Which one’s your hand towel?”
Lin Chu was stir-frying some vegetables and looked at him quickly without a doubt, “It’s the yellow one with cherry blossoms on it. There’s an exact same bath towel I have. You’ll know it when you see it.”
With that, Yan Beicheng rushed back into the bathroom and immediately spotted the two towels of the same pattern. He used the hand towel to wipe his hands and gave it a good rub, then he placed it under his nose and gave it a sniff. It had a faint whiff of his smell. Yan Beicheng then placed the hand towel back, feeling satisfied.
Yan Beicheng felt that he had already restrained himself, especially since he did not immediately wipe Lin Chu’s towel down there.
After placing everything back in place, he did not immediately leave. For him, every corner of Lin Chu’s house piqued his curiosity. He was determined to learn about every nook and cranny of Lin Chu’s house and familiarize himself here better than his own house.
After conducting his search in Lin Chu’s bedroom, Yan Beicheng once again hid inside the bathroom. He opened the cupboard below the sink and saw a toolbox. There were a wrench, pliers and other tools in it. It must be used for situations like changing the lightbulbs.
Getting a strange man into the house to fix something when there were only two girls at home was quite dangerous. Unless it was necessary, one would usually try to fix things themselves if they were able to.
Yan Beicheng rubbed his chin and his lips curved into a smile. He tried to curb it but ended with his mouth getting cramped up.
Yan Beicheng picked up the pliers and aimed straight for the pipe’s valve.
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Lin Chu was still in the middle of stir-frying the vegetables. She could not hear much of anything with the sound of the kitchen ventilator and the sizzle of the hot oil going on.
After finishing up her last dish, she turned off the stove and the ventilator, opened the kitchen door and went out with the plates of dishes in her hands. That was when she heard Yan Beicheng calling out for her, the sound of his voice was mixed with an especially abnormal sound of water flowing.
Lin Chu quickly put down the dishes and rushed into the bathroom. She opened the door and saw that the pipe had burst. Water was furiously gushing out from the pipe. Yan Beicheng was trying his best to stop the flowing water, but it only caused the water to splash on him unavoidably.
Even Lin Chu, who was standing at the door, could not avoid the water. Her clothes were drenched from it.
She did not wear too much at home and only had on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Her thin t-shirt was drenched wet and turned semi-transparent and clung to her body, showing off the curves on her. One could even vaguely see the color and printed flowers on her bra.
She had not expected this to happen and was unprepared. She stood dumbfounded.
“What, what is going on?” Lin Chu asked in shock, trying in vain to hide from the splashing water.
For some reason, more water seemed to be coming at her than before.
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