"That way," Xiao Ye indicated the direction of the cloakroom with his eyes.
Yao Beidi hurried over.
The spacious cloakroom was neatly filled with Xiao Ye's clothes: suits, casual wear, sportswear, ties, shoes, watches...
Xiao Ye had hardly ever come back. She thought, perhaps the elder Mr. Xiao also really wished Xiao Ye would come back to stay.
She turned her gaze and began to search for clothes.
She picked out a white shirt, which was long enough to reach just below her thighs, about at her knees, and then she found a pair of Xiao Ye's underwear.
They hadn't been worn, the brand tags still attached.
Yet, for some reason, in that moment, she felt an excessive intimacy between them, so intimate that it felt almost seductive.
Clutching the clothes, she rushed into the bathroom.
Then she ran the water and cleansed her body.