Why is your face so red?

Song Qi watched her face grow increasingly red, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Remembering that the two of them had just gotten wet in the rain, he looked down and saw that Su Ping's clothes were indeed a little wet.

Her normally flowing hair was now wet, giving her a different look.

Su Ping glanced around somewhat awkwardly, then chuckled twice: "Really?"

Of course, she couldn't say that her face was flushed because he was staring at her while she was thinking about scenes from adult films.

The next second, Song Qi's cool hand touched her forehead.

The movement felt natural, as if I had done it before.

Song Qi didn't notice anything wrong with her. After feeling that her forehead was a little hot, he pursed his lips and turned the doorknob next to him.

Because he joined the student council, he sometimes comes here to do cleaning and such, so he keeps a change of clothes here for emergencies.

The space inside is very small; it feels cramped even for two people to walk in side by side.

Su Ping was led inside by Song Qi. After walking a distance, the clutter around them lessened, and there was a small open space.

However, it was covered by a curtain, so we couldn't see what was behind it.

"Senior, wait for me."

After Song Qi finished speaking, he turned around and took a cardboard box from the shelf next to him.

After opening the box, Song Qi found some emergency supplies inside. He pulled out the white T-shirt he had brought with him just in case.

Seeing him hand her the T-shirt, Su Ping looked up at him with some confusion.

"This is?"

Song Qi coughed awkwardly and said, "Senior, your dress is wet. You should change it so you don't catch a cold."

Seeing that Su Ping didn't move, he moved his lips and added, "Don't worry, I washed the clothes, they're clean."

After the rain soaked my dress, some of the fabric clung to my body, which was quite uncomfortable.

Su Ping reluctantly accepted it, only to find him standing there motionless, showing no intention of leaving.

When she looked over, he even blinked innocently.

This kid is doing this on purpose, isn't he?

Su Ping was both amused and annoyed, and decided to tease him.

As I slowly unbuttoned my clothes in front of him, I found him still standing there, not even glancing away.

Seriously? He really isn't going to avoid any appearance of impropriety by just watching her take off her clothes?

Their relationship isn't close enough for them to be completely honest with each other, is it?

In the end, Su Ping gave in and resignedly lifted the curtain behind her and went inside.

Hearing rustling sounds coming from behind the curtain, Song Qi curled his lips and relaxed his tense body.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. His reason told him that girls should go outside when changing clothes, but a little voice inside him was tempting him to stay.

Ultimately, the strange thoughts in my mind prevailed over reason.

The space behind the curtain wasn't very big; Su Ping felt as if she could lift the curtain up with a single gesture.

She had just taken off her dress and was not yet ready to change when she suddenly heard a voice coming from afar.

Is anyone inside?

She suddenly froze as she changed her clothes, swallowed hard, and dared not move again.

"Don't be afraid, I'll go take a look."

After Song Qi finished speaking, Su Ping heard footsteps gradually disappearing.

Suddenly, she felt like crying but couldn't; it was precisely because he left that she was a little scared.

The entrance and exit are in one place, so if someone comes in, she has nowhere to run.

Panic made her subconsciously speed up her movements, and the more anxious she became, the more mistakes she was likely to make.

The first time she didn't turn the clothes inside out, and the second time she couldn't tell the front from the back. Just as she took them off and hadn't even had time to put them over her head, she heard footsteps approaching from afar.

The man didn't speak, but slowly moved closer to us.

The weather was already hot and humid, and being in this cramped storage room, Su Ping felt sweat beading on her back.

As the person's footsteps drew closer, Su Ping quickly pulled her T-shirt over her head, but accidentally pulled on the curtain in front of her when she reached out.

As the curtain was lifted, she and Song Qi outside locked eyes.

Song Qi's gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, landing on her flat stomach and long, straight legs.

"Turn around right now!"

As Su Ping hurriedly pulled down the curtain to cover herself, she was surprised to find herself feeling a sense of relief.

She felt that something was wrong with her. She had almost been seen naked, and she was even relieved that the person outside was Song Qi and not someone else.

Upon hearing her voice, Song Qi belatedly turned around.

However, the slightly trembling fingertips beside him betrayed the fact that he was not at peace with himself.

The scene from just now kept replaying in his mind uncontrollably, and he even started to feel a bit thirsty.

Looking down, I couldn't help but pinch my thigh hard.

The next second, the pain temporarily swept away all other thoughts in his mind.

When Su Ping lifted the curtain and came out, she saw Song Qi with his back to her in a strange posture.

He was slightly hunched over, and you could faintly hear his muffled groans. His hands were placed in front of him, as if he were...

Su Ping's face immediately turned red. She never expected that Song Qi, a person whose face you can know but whose heart you can't, would do such a thing.

Thinking about the accident just now, she felt a little embarrassed and coughed lightly twice to remind him to change his clothes and come out on his own.

Sure enough, Song Qi straightened his back upon hearing the sound.

Then Su Ping saw him pretending to cover his thigh and turn around to look at her.

Knowing that he was covering his thigh to hide what he had just done, Su Ping felt her face getting even hotter.

Under the incandescent light, Song Qi looked at Su Ping's face, which was fair with a hint of pink, and her eyes were captivating, like a bewitching enchantress.

She was wearing her own T-shirt. She wasn't short, but she had a thin frame, and she had tucked the hem of her T-shirt into her pleated skirt.

He couldn't help but swallow hard, and suddenly felt that the spot on his thigh that he had pinched earlier no longer hurt.

"you……"

The two of them spoke at the same time, and then, as if by unspoken agreement, neither of them said anything.

"I think I heard someone talking outside just now, is there something you need?"

Thinking of the sound she had heard while changing her clothes, Su Ping quickly asked.

If she doesn't find something to talk about, she feels like she doesn't know where to look.

"It's nothing."

Su Ping nodded in agreement, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she heard him continue, "It's just that he seems to have locked the outside."

These words were like a thunderclap, leaving Su Ping stunned and frozen on the spot.

"What did you say?!"