Over half an hour later, Qiao Mo came out of the bathroom wearing a set of comfortable home clothes.
Unexpectedly, he was waiting right by the door. Before she could say a word, he wrapped a towel around her head, gave it a gentle rub, and said in a warm voice, "I'll make noodles for you after you finish."
"Oh… oh." Qiao Mo stared at him blankly.
He gave her cheek a light kiss, turned around, and entered the bathroom himself: "Pass me my underwear."
"Oh… okay."
Qiao Mo's cheeks turned a bit red. She dug out the pair he last wore from the cupboard and handed it to him through the bathroom door.
Her hand was stretched out for a while, but no one took it: "Fu Nancheng… here you go."
Qiao Mo's small hand wavered up and down, looking extremely pale.
Fu Nancheng took it, but he also held onto her hand, refusing to let go.
