He was soaked to the skin and needed a hot shower to change into clean clothes and dry his handsome hair, but Chang Qinghua's home didn't
have his clothes. But in this damned weather, where else could he go except upstairs?
So Ji Qishu went up.
Chang Qinghua had never changed the apartment's password; he entered it and easily gained access.
Once inside, he headed straight for the bathroom.
After the shower, he felt a lot better. Ji Qishu used the shower gel that Chang Qinghua usually used. It had a fragrant scent, suitable for women but not for men. But he had no choice, so he just made do with it.
When he washed his face, he used Chang Qinghua's towel.
When he wiped his feet, he used Chang Qinghua's towel.
Ji Qishu had a cleanliness obsession and wouldn't easily use other people's things, but with Chang Qinghua, he didn't give a damn. He's used her stuff hundreds of times, so why would he care about minor details?
