Extra Chapter: Who stole my underwear?
Shen Qing stared at the few remaining robes on the clothesline, his back teeth grinding.
This is already the fifth day.
Every time I took off my underwear, it would be thrown into the wooden basin, and when I turned around to pick up the soap nuts, it would disappear.
At first he thought it was blown down by the wind, so he lay on the ground and searched through the cracks under the bed and in the cabinet, but he couldn't find even a piece of cloth;
Later, I suspected that some maid had dirty hands and feet.
But the ghost aunt questioned everyone, and everyone was so scared that their faces turned pale, and it didn't seem like they were pretending.
"It can't be that he just grew legs and ran away, right?"
Shen Qing pulled at his clothes in front of the bronze mirror, and the jade belt around his waist became tighter.
Ever since his underwear started disappearing, he had to wear his underwear even to sleep, for fear that he would lose his last pair when he woke up.
He didn't want to run around naked in this cold place...
That night, Shen Qing deliberately placed the cotton underwear he had just changed on a conspicuous stool.
He hid behind the screen, holding a hairpin as a weapon.
The candle flame was shaken by the wind, and his shadow was curled up on the wall, like a cat waiting to catch a mouse.
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Until the first cock crowed, the underwear on the stool was still lying there safely.
Shen Qingze was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting and he accidentally dozed off.
When I opened my eyes again, the sky was already turning white. The stool was empty except for some shallow marks from the friction of the fabric.
"How can this be possible!"
He threw the hairpin on the table, and the floral water in the porcelain bottle spilled out, with a choking fragrance.
During breakfast, Shen Qing was picking at the Netherworld Rice in his bowl, his eyes fixed on Yeluvis sitting opposite him.
The other person was picking up a piece of bloody meat with a silver fork. Noticing his gaze, he raised his eyebrows and said,
"Why are you looking at me? Don't you like the food?"
"no."
Shen Qing scooped up a spoonful of soup, the heat blurring the anger in his eyes.
"I ask you, have you seen my..."
He paused, his cheeks a little hot.
"…tight-fitting pants?"
Yeluweisi paused while cutting the meat, and the scarlet juice dripped down the silver fork into the white porcelain plate like a blooming flower.
"Your pants?"
He raised his eyes, a hint of mischief flashed in his eyes.
"What kind? Did you throw it away and forget about it?"
"How could I forget!"
Shen Qing put down the spoon.
"It's the kind... cotton, gray-blue, with stripes and patches..."
"oh."
Yeluvis slowly wiped the corners of his mouth.
“No.”
He put down his knife and fork, suddenly leaned forward, and stroked Shen Qingze's Adam's apple with his fingertips.
"What? You don't have any pants to wear? Do you want me to make you some new ones? Made of brocade, embroidered with red spider lilies."
"Who wants something fancy like that!"
Shen Qing slapped his hand away, her cheeks getting even hotter.
"I want my original one!"
That night, Shen Qing deliberately threw the underwear he had just changed on the side of the bed.
After turning off the lights, he pretended to be asleep, but his ears were perked up like radars.
Sure enough, at three o'clock in the morning, the bed beside me sank slightly, followed by the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other.
He opened his eyes suddenly and saw the dark figure of Yeluvis bending over, holding his underwear in his hand and stuffing it into his arms.
"Yeluvis!"
Shen Qing shouted in a low voice and went to grab it in the dark.
The other party seemed to be prepared. He got out of bed and put his underwear into his sleeve pocket.
"woke up?"
Yeluvis' voice was filled with laughter.
"Can't sleep?"
Shen Qing was so angry that he threw off the quilt and chased after him, stepping barefoot on the cold floor tiles.
"Give me back my underwear! Did you take it?"
Yeluvis didn't answer and went straight to the bathroom.
Shen Qing followed him to the door and saw him bringing a basin of water.
Soak the gray-blue underwear in water and rub it carefully with soap nuts.
The moonlight shone in through the window, softening his focused profile. His dark sleeves were rolled up, revealing his well-defined forearms.
Shen Qing was stunned.
So he was kind enough to help wash it? Was I overthinking it?
Just as I felt a little sorry, I saw Yeluweisi finish washing his underwear and walk to the corner.
He pressed on an inconspicuous brick and the wall cracked open to reveal a secret compartment.
There were dozens of pairs of underwear neatly stacked in the secret compartment, some gray, some blue, some with patches...
Exactly the ones he had lost these days!
"you--!"
Shen Qingze's anger instantly reached his head, and he grabbed the feather duster by the door and rushed over.
"Yeluvis you pervert! Why did you steal my underwear? And you hid so many!"
Yeluweisi was hit by the feather duster and kept dodging, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled maliciously.
Hanging the freshly washed underwear on the hook on the back wall, he said slowly,
"Isn't it only right that you let me have your things?"
"Let you stay here?"
Shen Qing was so angry that his hands were shaking.
"How can you do that? You're just a thief!"
He pointed at the underwear in the secret compartment, and his voice changed.
"Are you planning on keeping these as heirlooms?"
“It feels good.”
Yeluvis stroked his chin and said seriously,
"More comfortable than the fabrics in the underworld."
"You steal just because you feel comfortable?!"
Shen Qing threw the feather duster to the ground, his chest heaving violently.
"I tell you, you're going to sleep on the floor tonight! No, you're going to sleep in the woodshed!"
Yeluweisi looked at his red eyes and wanted to say something, but was interrupted fiercely by Shen Qingze.
"Get out! Don't let me see you again!"
That night, Yeluvis was indeed locked out of the bedroom.
He leaned against the pillar and listened to the sound of Shen Qingze turning over angrily in the hall.
His fingertips stroked the new underwear that had just been "taken" from his sleeve pocket, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a helpless yet indulgent smile.
It seems that I have to find a different way to "collect" next time.
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