"Ah..."
Only supposed to relieve herself in the restroom, Su Qing held Zhou Yuwen's pinkish shirt and couldn't help but let her thoughts wander, especially because Zhou Yuwen's clothes were still unwashed, retaining his scent.
Yes, Zhou Yuwen's scent.
This scent was too familiar.
On the toilet, Qu Jing's slender legs, wrapped in over-knee socks, delicately sat in a slightly pigeon-toed position. She took deep breaths of the scent emanating from Zhou Yuwen's clothes, intoxicating herself.
What to do...
I want...
But... what if Zhou Yuwen came in?
If Zhou Yuwen came in, he would see.
If he saw her like this...
Ha, by now, Qu Jing was thoroughly intoxicated by the scent of Zhou Yuwen's clothes. Though nothing had started yet, she already had those scenes playing in her mind, imagining herself on the toilet when Zhou Yuwen suddenly bursts in.
"Who allowed you to do this?!"
In her imagination, Zhou Yuwen looked furious, reaching out to pull off his belt.