Xia Qingyue did not linger in the bathroom. She only teased Bai Ye a few times before turning and leaving.

In that instant, a strong urge surged within her, an urge to rush into the bathroom. She imagined the look of astonishment on her brother's face when he saw her suddenly barge in—it would surely be a hilarious meme.

However, reason ultimately prevailed. She knew she couldn't do that. After all, she had always presented herself as a kind and understanding older sister, and she couldn't easily make things difficult for this adorable little brother.

At this moment, Bai Ye, lying in the bathtub, let out a long sigh of relief.

For a fleeting moment, he was genuinely worried that Xia Qingyue would recklessly fling open the glass door and barge in.

But then he thought about it again, and something seemed off. Logically speaking, as a grown man and Xia Qingyue a delicate woman, he should be the one taking the initiative, not the other way around. Why had he inexplicably become so passive?

Sigh, there's nothing I can do. He just can't seem to stand up to Sister Qingyue!

Bai Ye couldn't help but sigh inwardly, feeling more and more ashamed of himself as a male.

You know, he is now living in the same room with such a stunningly beautiful woman, yet he is still like a fledgling bird that has never experienced the world.

Thinking of this, Bai Ye's mood instantly became volatile, fluctuating like a roller coaster.

The initial enthusiasm for enjoying a relaxing bath in warm water had vanished, replaced by a heart full of turmoil and unease.

So he quickly reached out and turned on the shower, letting the warm water pour down, and hurriedly began to wash his body.

Boys often shower incredibly fast, almost like lightning.

Sure enough, in less than ten minutes, Bai Ye had already finished the entire bathing process.

As he reached out and pulled the transparent glass door, preparing to step out of the bathroom, his gaze inadvertently swept over the basket placed outside the door, and he was instantly stunned.

The basket that should have contained only Bai Ye's shirt now contained something unexpected—a pair of black stockings!

Bai Ye's eyes widened in astonishment, and he involuntarily swallowed.

He slowly squatted down, carefully reached out, and picked up the conspicuous sticky note placed in the basket.

A line of text was written on the sticky note in a flamboyant style:

"Little brother, don't do anything weird with your sister's stockings! Of course, if you really have such thoughts, I won't object, since you own these stockings now. But remember to take care of yourself!"

Looking at these words, Bai Ye seemed to be able to see through the thin paper the playful smile on Xia Qingyue's pretty face.

Bai Ye took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions.

Then, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the mysterious black silk from the basket. The moment his fingertips touched the soft material, he keenly sensed a trace of lingering warmth.

Clearly, these stockings were ones Xia Qingyue had just taken off not long ago; they were practically "freshly made."

Then, recalling that Xia Qingyue was wearing black stockings when she came home today, Bai Ye couldn't help but picture her long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings, and his heart raced even faster.

However, Bai Ye quickly regained his senses, shook his head vigorously, and silently warned himself:

"I'm a gentleman! How could I possibly use such a thing to do something bad!"

Nevertheless, he never let go of the black silk hand, as if he was still a little reluctant to put it down.

Bai Ye suddenly snapped out of her daze, as if she had just realized that some of the thoughts in her mind were inappropriate.

He hurriedly raised his hand and slapped himself hard, cursing inwardly, "Bai Ye, Bai Ye, what on earth are you thinking about?!"

After finishing, he quickly put the mysterious object back in its place, as if it were a hot potato.

Then, Bai Ye reached out and grabbed her own clothes from the side, hurriedly putting them on.

However, despite his efforts to focus on the act of dressing, his peripheral vision involuntarily drifted downwards, eventually settling on the black stockings.

"Damn it!" Bai Ye thought to himself, "This is bad." Although he kept saying that he wasn't interested in her, his body was reacting so realistically. Could it be that he had really become a pervert?

Once this thought popped into his head, it grew wildly in his heart like weeds, making him feel panicked and uneasy.

Time passed slowly, and after several minutes, Bai Ye finally mustered the courage to slowly open the bathroom door.

He cautiously peeked out, like a wary little squirrel, looking around carefully to see where Xia Qingyue might be in the room.

When Bai Ye discovered that the living room sofa was empty, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

However, just as he was about to turn and leave, his gaze inexplicably drifted to the basket containing the mysterious item.

Looking at the contents of the basket, Bai Ye's face was full of disdain.

He told himself: My heart is already as hard as steel. How could a mere black thread easily shake my Dao heart!

Even if this is the personal property of some beautiful woman, I would have absolutely no interest in it!

A real man must never be controlled by lust; he must learn to rationally control his inner desires!

Thinking of this, Bai Ye took a deep breath, grabbed his dirty clothes that he had just changed out of, and strode towards the balcony.

He decided to thoroughly wash the clothes, demonstrating through his actions that he could resist temptation.

As for the things still in the basket, Bai Ye said that he would never touch them again!

As November approaches, the weather gets colder and colder.

The water temperature at the faucet in this sink is no longer suitable for washing with your hands.

So, apart from underwear, all pants and clothes were thrown into the washing machine.

Simple, convenient, and fast – a must-have for lazy people.