"I know, I can walk by myself," Wen Mo said helplessly, taking his change of clothes and closing the bathroom door.
In cold weather, I either don't want to take a shower, or I don't want to come out after taking a shower.
Wenmo showered quickly and came out with his clothes in his arms not long afterward. His wet hair was still dripping water, so he obviously hadn't dried it off properly.
He wrapped a towel around his head and dried himself haphazardly before going into his room.
"Huh? How did I fall asleep while I was taking a shower?" Wen Mo put down the bath towel and saw the girl lying on her side on the bed with her eyes closed, without a blanket covering her.
However, he didn't say anything. He reached out to help tuck the blanket in, then quietly walked to the balcony and put the clothes he had changed into on the laundry basket.
I get home early from school, so I can wash my clothes too.
"I wonder if the sun will come out in the next few days, otherwise I could dry the clothes for days." Wen Mo muttered to himself as he threw the clothes from the laundry basket into the washing machine, leaving only his underwear.
When I finally closed the washing machine, I noticed something white next to my feet.
"What is this?" Wen Mo bent down and picked it up, pinching it between two fingers. He realized it was a small sock. "It must have fallen off earlier."
Moreover, there was a hole in it. I've never seen her socks with holes before, so it must have torn in the last few days.
"She didn't even tell me she wore it torn, that girl."
Wen Mo scolded him and was about to put it back in the laundry basket when he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
Turning around, he saw that the girl who had been sleeping on the bed had woken up at some point and was now sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him expressionlessly.
Wen Mo was stunned. He looked at her pretty face, then at the socks in his hand, and gave an awkward smile.
"You're awake?" he said with an awkward laugh, as if nothing had happened.
"Yeah, I was just taking a nap." Xia Lian nodded, but her attention remained fixed on her socks. "Wen Mo likes my socks?"
"……No."
The girl tilted her head, looking puzzled, and gently lifted her leg while sitting on the bed.
"So, Wenmer likes my feet?"
"No!"
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