Following Han Ruobing's gaze, I saw her recently changed bra and panties fluttering in the breeze!
Occasionally, drops of water fell from above.
Seeing this scene, Han Ruobing's breathing became rapid, and her body even began to tremble slightly!
She slowly clenched her fists, and because she was exerting so much strength, the veins on the back of her hands bulged visibly, reflecting the anger in her heart.
"Who washed these?"
In the room, there were only her and Tang Luo.
If it wasn't her, then who else could it be, without needing to ask?
"Tang Luo!!!!"
Han Ruobing clenched her fists tightly, emitting a sharp roar of anger.
"Huh? What's wrong?"
Hearing the roar from the bathroom, Tang Luo was startled and hurriedly walked in.
"Wifey, what's wrong?"
"Did... did you wash these?"
Han Ruobing pointed with her slightly trembling hand toward the bra and panties draped over the clothes rack.
