"..."
The night breeze approaching September was actually quite cool, but standing at her own door, Jiaojiao's face suddenly turned as red as a lobster dropped in boiling water.
She stared wide-eyed, unsure how to react for a moment.
She still held onto a bit of hope, thinking it might just be a coincidence, maybe Shu Jiao had come up and found it to wash.
"Brother Xi..." Jiaojiao walked over, but seeing the towel in his hand as he turned, her questioning abruptly stopped; no need to ask, the result was obvious.
"Brother Xi!" Jiaojiao was both embarrassed and awkward, even more so than when Chen Tingting shouted at her in public.
She rushed over, snatched the towel from his hand, and glared at him: "You... how could you..." Jiaojiao felt incredibly ashamed to even utter the words "little panties," not to mention that her dirty little panties were washed by him.
