He Jiang stood in front of the washbasin. While opening the soap container, he willed himself to not think about how the underwear came about and started to scrub it.
Why was it hidden in the closet?
Why did Shang Jing go for a morning jog out of the blue?
Why is this underwear still here after his morning jog?
He closed his eyes.
Fine, there was no use in trying to stop himself. Just a second of slip up and he had covered all bases.
With the thickness of Puppy Shang’s skin, lying to himself and treating the dream as memory was definitely something he would do.
But what made him curious was how many unspeakable things Shang Jing thought they did.
Ever since they reconnected at the hospital, Shang Jing had been flirting with him subconsciously. The revelation of the game replays was just a way for him to get back at him for that, and at the same time give him some time to take a breather from all those unsatisfactory and irresponsible flirtings.
And standing by the washbasin in the middle of the night did help him put things into perspective… Shang Jing did seem rather accepting of having a hundred episodes of those home videos.
Although he seemed angry on the surface, he did not act out and behaved even milder than when he was purposely being difficult.
Tsk… Turns out, the coward was himself.
At this moment, Shang Jing entered the washroom with a steaming hot face and caught sight of He Jiang’s beautiful slender fingers scrubbing his…
He was definitely on track to having another strange dream tonight.
How am I supposed to live like this? A divorce is really necessary.
He was about to say something when He Jiang’s gentle voice piped up, “What is it? Do you need me to wash the one on you too?”
Shang Jing subconsciously pulled his pants up higher and took a big step backward, just in case He Jiang decided to honor his words.
Staring at He Jiang’s hands, Shang Jing struggled internally.
Fine, wash it. I’ll hang it up to dry myself later.
The image of He Jiang spreading his underwear and hanging it up to dry was too much for him.
He Jiang wrung dry the fabric and shook off the water droplets on his hands. Looking at Shang Jing, he decided to continue teasing him and suggested, “Or are you intending to return the favor?”
“No, no…”
This question broke Shang Jing’s last mental straw. Not daring to stay any longer, he ran back into the room in a fluster and hid under the blanket.
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Just a few words and look how scared that rascal is.
But as he was about to leave, Shang Jing who was tightly wrapped in his blanket decided to spout something to destroy the atmosphere. “What are you laughing at? Is there some weird pattern on my underwear? It was bought by Lin Lin, I have nothing to do with it.”
The underwear you are washing is just a normal one bought from a wholesale market by your manager so stop smiling at it like a pervert.
He Jiang: “It’s not childish at all, I have the same one in a different size. I’ll hang it on the balcony to dry. Remember not to collect the wrong one.”
There was a large balcony connected to He Jiang’s master bedroom. Shang Jing had gone into his room a few times but had never visited the balcony.
He opened his mouth to refute but was cut off by He Jiang.
He Jiang: “One more thing, my bedroom is not locked so you don’t have to bring food in there when you enter.”
Shang Jing: “…”
That’s too much! Are you trying to deprive me of a good night’s rest?!
The reason He Jiang did not want Shang Jing entering his room previously was because he was afraid he would find the old photo he kept in his bedside cabinet. Now that Shang Jing had seen it, there was nothing he needed to be afraid of. Moreover…
“I’m sorry, I’ll display your photo on top of my bedside cabinet from now on.”
Instantly, Shang Jing transformed into a cowardly tortoise and buried himself deep inside his blanket.
Is keeping your wife’s photo on top of your bedside cabinet something worth mentioning?
Having achieved his goal, He Jiang knew it was time to stop. To relieve Shang Jing of the awkwardness, he reminded, “I’m only helping you wash your underwear since you are treating me to a birthday meal tomorrow. Don’t read too much into it. Good night.”
Kachak. The room door was softly closed from the outside.
Shang Jing flipped the blanket off him with a reddened face.
That’s too much! Asking me to not read into his actions after saying those things?! That’s what a typical jerk would say.
Douchebag.
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He was initially feeling a little guilty for the simple birthday menu he had planned for his birthday, especially when the latter specially made Sauerkraut Fish for him. But with the development to date, there was no more guilt left.
The next morning, Shang Jing woke up at 7AM. As per their agreement, he cooked a bowl of longevity noodles for him.
Longevity noodles were naturally salty so all he had to do was throw them into a pot of boiling water, add some peanut oil and spring onions when the noodles softened, and they were ready to be served.
The leftover water was also not wasted and was used to cook two chicken eggs.