However, with Liu Zhenshan no longer around, Jian Sichun and Zhu Lingjie had lost their backing.
So the next moment when Liu Zhenshan left, Shi Meng once again exerted pressure by casting cold eyes.
Her face practically screamed, "Why are you still here?"
Now, they really couldn't stay any longer.
Jian Sichun and Zhu Lingjie exchanged glances, both showing wry smiles, and prepared to say their goodbyes and leave.
"Well... we should get going."
"I'm going to finish washing my clothes and then go to sleep. Everyone should rest early."
Shi Hai, who didn't procrastinate and always did what needed to be done immediately, was already about to wash his clothes.
Shi Meng took the initiative to speak.
"Brother, let me wash them."
"No need, you go rest."
"Ugh..."
Although she knew her brother meant well, Shi Meng still felt a bit unhappy.
She considered washing her brother's clothes her responsibility.
No one should take this task from her—not even her brother.
Meanwhile, Zhu Lingjie suddenly shivered, feeling her DNA stir.
Washing clothes!
This was her last chance!
Summoning her courage, Zhu Lingjie raised her hand and proposed.
"Um—! My washing machine at home is still empty!"
"Oh..."
Shi Hai certainly didn't want to wash clothes by hand unless he needed to.
He was always going out of his way to avoid doing more trouble for himself.
If he could use a machine that saved more time and manpower, why not use it?
However, considering some issues, he didn't immediately agree and asked instead.
"Would you mind if I used it?"
Generally speaking, tidy girls tend to be averse to boys' dirty clothes, and many households separate men's and women's laundry.
Given Zhu Lingjie's phobia of men and her obsession with cleanliness, she would probably find it even harder to accept men's dirty clothes.
Even if they were washed separately, just knowing the machine had been used for a man's clothes would likely make her uncomfortable.
In extreme cases, she might even think, "The washing machine that washed men's clothes is no longer usable."
So it is quite rare that Zhu Lingjie offered to help.
Zhu Lingjie did have the same dilemmas that Shi Hai was thinking about, but that was towards 'other men'.
She even disliked washing her dad's clothes, but Shi Hai's were an exception.
Washing her husband's clothes was just part of being a good, virtuous wife.
"Yes! No problem at all!"
Zhu Lingjie's excitement caused her voice to pitch up.
For her, helping Shi Hai with his laundry felt more like a "reward." And the highest level of reward at that.
Shi Hai was surprised by her enthusiasm.
Even though it was hard to turn down such eagerness, he still set some boundaries.
"How about I wash the socks and underwear myself? I'll just borrow your washing machine for the shirts and pants. Is that okay?"
Although Shi Hai didn't have foot odor and changed his underwear daily, most girls wouldn't want to touch a guy's stinky socks and underwear.
Hearing this, Zhu Lingjie felt a twinge of regret.
In fact, she really wanted to say that the socks and underwear could be included too...
Actually, it would make her even happier.
She had developed a special fetish in her past life without even realizing it.
During their cohabitation after marriage, as the physical and emotional distance between them shrank, she completely fell in love with Shi Hai's scent.
His daily clothes carried the strongest aroma, especially the intense smell of sweat, which was one of her favorites.
Every morning, Shi Hai would go jogging, and when he returned and changed, she would hold his clothes and take in the scent for a while.
It was akin to the addictiveness of smelling a cat, but with a different sensation—more like being entirely enveloped rather than feeling soothed.
Despite her cleanliness compulsion and fear of men, those issues seemed to reverse entirely when it came to the man she adored the most.
She'd rationally thought about it before: perhaps her extreme aversion to contact with men was due to her inner desire for a man who would accept her completely.
When she met Shi Hai, who did just that, the chains around her heart were broken, and the suppressed desires within her erupted, warping her longing to be close to him.
It was like a monk who broke his vows suddenly gorging on meat and wine—a complete reversal.
Even knowing this, she couldn't change it.
Just like a smoker who knows the harm but can't quit, she found it impossible to resist.
Zhu Lingjie felt she was quite a pervert.
But she couldn't stop wanting to smell.
The heady, light feeling it gave her was utterly addictive.
Every time, before tossing Shi Hai's clothes into the washing machine, she would savor them thoroughly, reluctantly letting go only when it was time to start the wash.
In fact, on the way home just now, she had intentionally moved closer to Shi Hai to secretly smell his scent.
The lingering warmth and sweat were so intoxicating that she almost lost focus.
How she wished she could hug him from behind...
But alas, it was only wishful thinking.
This time, when Shi Hai was washing clothes, she knew she had to seize the opportunity to be the one to help, which would give her a chance to sneak another whiff.
It wasn't like her past life, where she could enjoy "her husband's scent" daily.
Their washing machine was off-limits, and such an unexpected event was rare.
Who knew when the next chance would come?
She absolutely had to take it!
But, realistically speaking, she knew that asking for his socks and underwear as well would raise red flags.
Shi Hai would definitely give her a look that said, "Something's not right with you."
While the Shi Hai of her past life knew about this quirk of hers and even accepted it—saying it was no different from how men enjoy women's fragrances—this was the kind of understanding only her incredibly loving husband would extend.
The Shi Hai of today, who was just her childhood friend, wouldn't likely think the same.
Instead, he'd probably just think, "Is this woman crazy?"
Zhu Lingjie didn't want to be seen as some weird, perverted woman in Shi Hai's eyes.
So, in the end, she reluctantly nodded in agreement.
"Okay… that's fine."
Seeing her agree, Shi Hai nodded and said,
"Thanks, then. I'll bring the clothes over now. It's just a few pieces, so it should be done in about an hour."
It wasn't too late, and once washed, he could take them back and hang them up to dry.
"Alright… let's head to my place together."
"Sure."
At that moment, Jian Sichun discreetly gave Zhu Lingjie a thumbs up, signaling, "Nice job!"
She thought Zhu Lingjie was simply executing her plan to lure Shi Hai over to her house.
After all, since Shi Meng had essentially driven them out, the two had no reason to stay at Shi Hai's place.
But getting Shi Hai to follow Zhu Lingjie home? That worked!
Little did she know, Zhu Lingjie's mind had been filled entirely with perverse thoughts of "I want to smell."
Even if Jian Sichun found out, she probably wouldn't be too shocked or put off; she might even see Zhu Lingjie as a kindred spirit.
After all, Jian Sichun had similar inclinations—she often barged into Shi Hai's room, lounged on his bed, and loved hugging his pillow to smell his scent.
Though not quite as extreme as Zhu Lingjie, she might just unlock the doors to a new realm if she kept going...
When it comes to someone you love, you end up loving every part of them.
In this way, Jian Sichun and Zhu Lingjie were quite similar.
But unlike the more reserved Zhu Lingjie, the straightforward Jian Sichun would probably boldly declare something like this:
"If it's not wrong for men to be perverts, then why can't women be too!"
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