Oh crap.
As Zhang Xiaoshan walked in, he saw Xu Jing sniffing a blanket covered with remnants from previous occupants, instantly lines of consternation crossed his forehead.
The next moment, Xu Jing also realized something was amiss.
"Hey, why does this smell so fishy?"
In the next instant, her gaze swept over and landed on the traces of male body hair and female hair on her little bed.
"Ah, gross."
Realizing what it was, she was so scared that she threw the blanket she was holding onto the ground, her eyes filled with embarrassment.
"Who's this shameless, messing around and even running into my room, leaving that thing on my blanket, that's too shameless, right?"
Xu Jing cursed furiously.
"Yeah, who would be so immoral to do such a thing?" Zhang Xiaoshan stroked his chin, pretending to ponder and murmured to himself.
"Zhang Xiaoshan, was it you?"
Suddenly Xu Jing turned her head, staring at Zhang Xiaoshan with a scrutinizing look.