Song Guanchao hurriedly turned around, his back to the door.
Wu Qiangwei walked in and saw him holding out a garment high, muttering to himself, "This should be the one, right?"
"That's the one," Wu Qiangwei approached and said, "Give me the clothes."
"Here." Song Guanchao turned slightly and handed over the clothes.
Wu Qiangwei felt something odd, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"No, I'm not."
"Then why are you standing sideways?"
"Oh, my back is a bit sore."
"Why would a sore back make you stand sideways?"
Growing more suspicious, Wu Qiangwei went around to face him.
Song Guanchao instinctively bent over, his gaze evasively flitting about.
A familiar feeling surged in her heart, and Wu Qiangwei almost reflexively looked down.
Seeing the bulge in his pants, Wu Qiangwei felt both embarrassed and puzzled.
Why would he have a reaction?
She quickly turned her head towards the wardrobe, to where the underwear was placed.
