After washing up, Jian Qing still moved awkwardly, and when she opened the wardrobe to reach for the items inside, she instantly fell silent in embarrassment.
Can someone tell her what on earth this is?
The familiar color, the pattern...
Isn't it the bedsheet that was spread out on the bed last night?
She abruptly turned to look at the bed again to find that the sheet had been changed, it wasn't the original one anymore.
She vaguely remembered that he had changed the bedsheet after helping her wash up last night.
She pulled out the sheet, the muscles at the corner of her eyes twitching somewhat. The vivid red rose on the silver-purple sheet was particularly striking.
This... folded like a tofu block and stored in the wardrobe... The man wouldn't actually be planning to keep it as a souvenir, would he?
Thinking of this possibility, Jian Qing was utterly flustered.
Just in time, the culprit returned.
