Coming straight home after work has become a good habit I've developed recently. As soon as I walked in, I saw an orange note on the table in the living room. Ran Jing often prefers to communicate through notes rather than face-to-face conversations.
Pig:
I'm not coming back tonight, so I finished all the food left in the fridge before leaving. You'll need to restock from the supermarket downstairs. Remember to buy the extra spicy instant noodles.
P.S. We're out of toilet paper too, so make sure to pick some up.
Ran Jing
Today
At some point, Ran Jing got used to me calling her "Little Girl" (even though she initially resisted the nickname), and she started calling me "Pig." But after reading her note, I felt that the nickname should really be hers.
Today was another day alone. I jumped onto the couch, feeling relaxed, and kicked off my shoes towards the door. Ever since Ran Jing entered my life, although I was happy, my behavior had been somewhat restricted. Living with a beautiful girl meant I had to curb some of my bad habits.
After resting for a bit, I remembered that I hadn't collected the clothes I washed a few days ago. I kicked open Ran Jing's "boudoir" door and rushed in, only to find her sitting on the bed. She screamed, crossing her arms over her chest, which startled me into retreating immediately.
Didn't she say she wasn't coming home? As I calmed down and recalled the scene, I clearly remembered she was fully clothed. Why scream and cover herself when fully dressed?
I lightly knocked on the door, and a calm voice responded, "Come in." I pushed the door open to see Ran Jing sitting on the bed, neatly folding clothes.
"You... you're here?"
"Of course, otherwise, what, a ghost?"
"But... you were dressed."
"Yes, what did you think?" Ran Jing looked at me with wide, alarmed eyes, making me feel like a pervert.
"I didn't think anything. I was just surprised you screamed while fully dressed."
"You scared me by barging in."
"Then why did you do this?" I mimicked her arm-crossing gesture.
"Self-protection. I wasn't sure if I was dressed, so I had to protect myself."
"Do you often get spied on to develop such a habit?"
"I do not! Only you would peep at me."
"Hey, that's a serious accusation. Don't frame me."
"Then why did you come into my room without knocking?"
"Didn't you leave a note saying you wouldn't be home tonight? Why knock if no one's here?"
"Did I leave a note?" This girl has quite the memory. Luckily, I had evidence. I fetched the note from the living room, and after reading it, she said, "I said I wouldn't be home tonight, but it's still early evening now."
"Do you call 8 PM early evening?"
"Yes, what's it to you? Why did you come in anyway?"
"To collect my laundry."
"I already collected it for you and am folding it now." She pointed to a pile of clothes on the bed.
"Hehe, thank you. Let me help. I should contribute to this household." I sat down on the edge of the bed. Ran Jing glared at me without replying. I watched her as I picked up a piece of clothing, only to find it was one of her bras. My hand froze mid-air, holding her bra aloft.
"What are you doing?" she asked, puzzled.
"I... I didn't mean to. I thought it was my clothes." I felt extremely awkward, worried she might think I picked it on purpose, completely shattering my gentlemanly image.
"I'm asking why you're holding it up."
"Oh." I quickly put the bra down and grabbed another item, only to pick up another one of her bras in my haste. Looking at her, I didn't know what to say: "It's very soft." I didn't even know what I was talking about.
This time, Ran Jing's face turned a bit red. She snatched the bra from my hand, saying, "Fold something else, pervert." Finally, she gave me the powerful title of "pervert."
We sat across from each other, folding clothes. I couldn't help but think of something and blurted out, "The size seems a bit small."
Ran Jing's reaction was swift; as soon as I finished speaking, she kicked me off the edge of the bed.