**Why Is It Always You?**

"Amelia, why aren't you coming in?" Evelyn didn't even glance at Amelia as she turned and walked towards her bedroom, her round little butt swaying, making Ethan Parker's heart skip a beat.

"I'm so sleepy, I can't even keep my eyes open..." Evelyn continued to saunter forward.

"Xiaoyan, why aren't you wearing clothes at home?" Amelia stomped her feet anxiously. Evelyn was being too careless. A grown man was standing right there, and she hadn't even noticed, still swaying provocatively.

"Amelia, it's the middle of the night, I was already asleep. Why would I wear clothes? Besides, I'm not afraid of being seen." Evelyn continued to walk slowly.

Amelia thought, you might not be afraid of me seeing, but there's someone else here! "Xiaoyan, my friend is here. If you're not afraid of being seen, then go ahead!"

"Amelia, you're talking nonsense. Who would come this late..." Halfway through her sentence, Evelyn seemed to realize something was wrong. She woke up a bit more and quickly turned around, "Ah!!!! Why—why is it you again!"

"It's me, beautiful. You should be saying 'How old are you? Why is it always you!'" Ethan Parker smiled, extending his right hand to greet Evelyn, thinking, you're just a little punk, let's see what you can do! Who knows how many men have ridden you.

Amelia found their conversation both strange and amusing. She couldn't figure out why Evelyn seemed to know Ethan Parker. It didn't make sense. Last time Ethan Parker was here, Evelyn hadn't come out of her room.

"Hmph!" Evelyn snorted, covering her chest with one hand and her lower body with the other, quickly running into her bedroom and slamming the door shut.

What a show-off, Ethan thought. If I wanted to see you, covering up wouldn't help, and slamming the door wouldn't either! Ethan now assumed Evelyn was a little punk, so he was annoyed by her act of false purity.

Amelia shook her head as she watched Evelyn run back to her room, thinking, I've told her so many times, but she never listens. Well, she'll learn her lesson this time.

"Amelia, you can't blame me. Besides, I didn't see anything," Ethan Parker said, seeing Amelia's half-angry, half-amused expression, and spread his hands in a helpless gesture.

"What did you want to see?" Amelia pointed her finger at Ethan Parker's forehead. "Tell me the truth, why did Xiaoyan say 'Why is it you again?' Do you two know each other?"

"How would I know? I'm just as puzzled as you are," Ethan Parker feigned ignorance.

Amelia believed him since Evelyn and Ethan Parker didn't usually interact. She thought maybe Evelyn had peeked at Ethan Parker through her door last time he was here.

"Go wash your face in the bathroom. I'll put some ointment on you. It's already past ten, and if you don't go home soon, your family will worry!" Amelia checked her watch, feeling concerned.

Ethan Parker thought, I've already told my family that I'm having dinner with you, so it's okay to be a bit late. But the real problem is my face. How will I explain it when I get home?

Entering the bathroom, Ethan saw the empty shower stall and couldn't help but imagine Evelyn's beautiful figure bathing. He felt a stirring below. Quickly, he turned on the cold water and washed his face. He grabbed a pink towel from the rack, wiped his face, and noticed it had a faint, pleasant scent, unique to a girl's body. He couldn't resist sniffing it a bit longer.

"Ethan Parker, are you done? Why are you so slow... Ah?!" Amelia exclaimed, pointing at the towel Ethan was using.

"What's wrong?" Ethan saw Amelia come in and felt embarrassed holding the towel, so he quickly hung it back, pretending he had just finished wiping his face.

"Did you just use that to wipe your face?" Amelia asked, her expression odd.

"Yeah, so what?" Ethan asked, puzzled by her reaction. "Is it your towel? I just used it once. You're not that petty, are you?"

"I... no... actually... oh, forget it, never mind." Amelia felt her face burning and started speaking incoherently.

Girls usually pay attention to personal hygiene, often having separate towels for their face, feet, and private parts. The pink towel Ethan had used was the one Amelia used for her private parts. The thought of Ethan using it on his face made her feel embarrassed, as if her private parts had touched his face.

Ethan had no idea and was feeling pleased with himself for using Amelia's towel. If he knew the truth, he wouldn't know whether to be happy or embarrassed.

Amelia applied the ointment to Ethan's face. Although the injury looked scary, it wasn't as bad as last time. Ethan wanted to stay a bit longer, but seeing Amelia yawn, he decided to leave.

Ethan's bike was gone, and there were few taxis around. He had to walk home like last time.

As he passed by some bars near his house, he heard the deafening music coming from inside. No sense of public decency, making such noise this late, disturbing everyone. Ethan stopped and glanced at the bar in disgust, then turned to leave when someone grabbed him.

"Big brother... you..."

Ethan turned around and saw a pretty girl in a school uniform holding onto him.

"What's the matter?" Ethan asked curiously.

"Big brother... do you... do you want..." The girl stuttered, unable to get her words out.

"What do you want to tell me?" Ethan was getting impatient, though he held back because she was pretty, and he was eager to get home.

"I want to ask you if you... if you want to hire me... to spend the night with you..." The girl stammered, her face turning beet red.

"Spend the night with me?" Ethan was stunned. No way, is this little girl a call girl? She looked so pure and innocent. Ethan couldn't believe it. But then he thought of Evelyn and cursed inwardly: Damn, the purer they look, the more depraved they are.