"What did you leave behind at my place? Be clear about it, otherwise, I'll accuse you of framing me," Lin Tian said calmly.
Xiahou Qingyi glared with her almond-shaped eyes. In front of the opposite sex, she still couldn't utter the words "bra." She didn't speak but just quietly stared at Lin Tian. However, her fists were clenched, ready to strike.
Lin Tian didn't want to fight with her again, although his strength was now no less than hers.
"Oh oh oh!"
He slapped his forehead, pretending to have an epiphany, and said, "You're here for your bra, right? Just say it directly. Wait here, I'll go get it for you now."
He walked to his suitcase, entered the password, and opened it. Following that, underwear and smelly socks fell out.
"Heh heh," Lin Tian laughed awkwardly, "That's men for you."
"Disgusting," Xiahou Qingyi spat out disdainfully.
