The hotel provided shampoo, shower gel, disposable slippers, and towels, which was quite cost-effective.
After finishing his shower, Yan Qing reached out to grab the towel hanging on the railing and started drying himself. He used to have a habit of applying body lotion, but with his luggage gone, he didn’t have any body lotion either, and he didn’t really mind.
Once he had dried his body and hair, he stepped out of the bathtub.
Initially, Yan Qing’s mood had improved somewhat as he hummed a tune. He had wrapped himself in a towel, put on disposable slippers, and was about to change into his pajamas when he suddenly realized that not only had he lost his body lotion, but his pajamas had gone missing with his luggage too.
Yan Qing: Darn it.
His little tune came to an abrupt halt. He used to doubt Kan Hai and others when they teased him about being forgetful, but now, looking at the situation, it seemed like they might have been right.
Puzzled, Yan Qing stood in place for a moment, then noticed a bathrobe in the closet. At least the bathrobe would do for now.
Inside the room, Wen Jueli was half-squatting on the floor, packing his luggage. He was facing the room’s entrance, and when he looked up, he saw a beautiful young man standing at the doorway. He was wrapped in a snow-white bathrobe with the belt tied not too loosely, revealing a glimpse of a graceful curve and a slender leg.
Freshly showered, Yan Qing’s body temperature was still warm, and his cheeks were tinged with a rosy hue, resembling a peach blossom with pink stamens.
Very delicate.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Yan Qing didn’t know how to put it. He couldn’t help but say, “Um, I’ve lost my pajamas.”
Wen Jueli regained his composure. “So, you plan to sleep in this bathrobe tonight?”
Yan Qing: “Of course not! I’ll check if I can borrow a T-shirt and shorts from Xingchen later.”
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Jueli stood up with a neatly folded bundle of clothes in his hand and said, “Then borrow mine. There are T-shirts and shorts inside. You can change into these later.”
Yan Qing blushed, not thinking clearly, and blurted out, “Are these your clothes?”
Wen Jueli didn’t find this question lacking in intelligence; instead, he answered seriously, “Yes.”
“Brand new ones.” He then took two vacuum-sealed bags of clothes and said, “You can temporarily take these two sets as well. You can use your daytime clothes for laundry.”
Yan Qing: “Oh, thank you.”
Wen Jueli then went to take his shower.
When he returned to the room, he saw this scene: the window was wide open, and outside was a pitch-black night sky. Under the streetlights, he could see the fine raindrops falling like needles. Yan Qing was standing with his back to the window.
His clothes hung loosely on his body, making his limbs appear extremely slender. His soft, fair skin and the thin figure made him look frail and delicate.
The night breeze brushed across his face and drifted towards Wen Jueli.
Perhaps hearing some noise, Yan Qing turned his head and looked at Wen Jueli with a resigned expression. “Are you going to sleep?”
Wen Jueli:
