The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Xie Huaiye's gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds.

A faint smile flickered across his deep eyes.

Like ripples created by a pebble thrown into the center of a lake.

He suddenly took a step closer to her.

The distance between the two instantly shrank to the point where they could hear each other's breathing.

His fresh and pleasant scent suddenly enveloped her.

Xie Huaiye leaned down slightly and whispered in Yan Ning's ear.

Warm breaths brushed lightly against her ears and the side of her neck.

It stirred a subtle shiver.

His voice was very low.

With a languid magnetism, like a feather gently tickling the heart:

"Yesterday... when you bumped into my arms..."

His voice trailed off, carrying a lingering, wistful quality:

"Hmm... I could feel it."

boom--!

Yan Ning felt a surge of hot blood rush to her head.

The fever made her vision blurry.

The scene last night where I bumped into Xie Huaiye's arms at the door.

It was vividly reproduced before my eyes.

His deep laughter, his strong arms.

And that instant, tight, touching sensation...

So that's what he was thinking back then?!

"Xie Huaiye! You...you scoundrel!"

Yan Ning was both ashamed and angry, her face turning so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

She grabbed a fluffy, soft cushion from the bedside table and threw it at him.

Xie Huaiye chuckled softly.

He swiftly caught the flying projectile.

That smile was particularly dazzling in the morning light, carrying a hint of triumphant roguishness.

"This is called making good use of contact opportunities to obtain necessary information."

He hugged the cushion, smiling as he looked at her. "It turns out my measurements were very accurate, weren't they?"

Yan Ning stomped her foot in anger, but was rendered speechless by his words.

She quickly turned her head and glanced around the clothes rack.

He ripped off the outermost layer of his light blue casual sportswear.

He held it tightly in his arms, as if he were holding his own armor.

Then she stretched out her hand, pointing to the door, her tone both urgent and shy:

"You! Get out! Right now! Immediately! I need to change my clothes!"

Xie Huaiye looked at her, who was like a cat with its fur standing on end.

The smile in his eyes deepened.

He readily complied, hugging the innocent-looking pillow.

He slowly turned and walked towards the door.

He stopped at the door, turned back to look at her, a smile playing on his lips, and said in a relaxed tone:

"Okay. I'll wait for you outside."

He closed the door gently.

Yan Ning was finally left alone in the bedroom.

She let out a long breath.

She tried to calm her pounding heart and the burning sensation on her face.

Fingertips touched the soft fabric of the clothes in my arms.

She looked down at the light blue tracksuit.

The top is a cropped design that shows off the waist.

You need to wear a sports vest underneath.

"Bastard..." she muttered under her breath.

But the corners of his mouth involuntarily curved upwards.

She placed the sports top and matching trousers on the bed.

Then I searched for matching innerwear.

Soon, she pulled out a sports vest in the same color scheme.

She deftly took off her pajamas, picked up the sports vest, and pulled it over her head.

The movements were fluid and graceful. Until—

The vest is stuck.

It's not stuck in my shoulder.

It's not stuck in my arm.

It was firmly stuck in the position of her head!

The highly protective fabric now felt like a stubborn sheath.

It gripped her head tightly, wrapping around her hair and cheeks.

The view was completely blocked.

Everything was dark.

To make matters worse, the bottom edge of the vest was digging right into the junction of her chin and neck.

I'm stuck in this state, it's even making it a little difficult to breathe!

“Ugh…” Yan Ning panicked instantly.

He frantically tried to pull his vest off or push it up.

But the harder you try, the tighter the fabric gets wrapped around you.

My hair was being pulled painfully.

The feeling of constriction around the neck became increasingly intense.

"Thank you, Huaiye!"

She no longer cared about saving face and screamed towards the door.

The sound, muffled and trapped in the fabric-covered space, sounded pitiful.

"Xie Huaiye! Help! I'm stuck in my clothes!"

It was quiet outside the door.

Yan Ning's heart sank.

Shame and panic surged up like an icy tide.

Oh no, oh no.

This is incredibly embarrassing!

She struggled in the darkness like a headless fly.

His fingers frantically dug at the edge of the chokehold.

I feel like I can't breathe.

Just when she was so anxious she was about to cry—

"Click".

The bedroom door lock clicked softly.

The door was not fully pushed open.

It was only opened up by a narrow gap.

A long, slender, and beautiful hand with distinct joints reached in through the crack in the door.

On that hand.

He was carrying a brand new, simple, pure white sports vest!

Outside the door came Xie Huaiye's deep, smiling voice.

It slipped into Yan Ning's sensitive ear:

"Here, put this on. I knew you'd wear the wrong thing, you idiot."

Yan Ning froze instantly.

It felt as if all the blood rushed to my head at that moment.

And then it all disappeared completely in the next second.

I'm so ashamed and furious I could die!

She grabbed the white vest.

At the same time, I used all my strength.

Finally, I managed to haphazardly rip off that damn blue shackle on my head.

Her hair was pulled and became a mess.

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