Just as Jiang Xinhai was about to say "Forget it" and put her foot down, Chen Ya grabbed the arch of her foot.
"Yi!" She uttered a small cry of surprise, covering her mouth with her hands and twisting her little feet left and right, but she couldn't break free.
Chen Ya sniffed the soles of her feet lightly, then casually let go of his hand and wiped his hands with the napkin left over from wiping his mouth while eating on the table next to him.
"I've smelled it, it's just average."
It's not smelly.
"It doesn't have the fishy smell of freshly caught river fish, nor the sour smell left at the bottom of a pickled vegetable jar, nor the stench of re-fermented stinky tofu residue."
To be exact, there is no smell.
Chen Ya turned his head and found that Jiang Xinhai had tears in his eyes, his hands hugged his knees, and he was squatting on the sofa, motionless.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She said sullenly as she sat on the sofa.
"I think you look like you have something wrong."
"How could I possibly say that I was touched on the foot by a man my own age, and for a split second I thought I was being assaulted, then realized I was powerless to resist, and after realizing it was all a misunderstanding, I relaxed and felt a little powerless - I can't possibly be like that, right?"
Chen Ya stood there and drank some water. It took him a long time to understand what she meant.
"Oh, so that's why you lost your strength."
“…”
There was a moment of silent silence in the room. Chen Ya was busy running around, tidying up the sheets and quilts, and repairing the water heater.
"If you don't have a change of clothes, put your old clothes in the basket first, or you can wear mine."
Jiang Xinhai felt a little better. He walked into the bedroom and said a little nervously, "Let me see what clothes you have."
Chen Ya opened the wardrobe, which was filled with short-sleeved cotton T-shirts.
She searched for a while and said, "Why are there no brands?"
“Don’t let yourself be tied down by anything consumerist.”
"Is it made of pure cotton? It feels very comfortable."
"certainly."
Jiang Xinhai found a black one and said to him, "Can I wear this?"
"Anything will do."
Jiang Xinhai is a girl who is very adaptable to the environment. At first, she was worried that Chen Ya's clothes were like Daolang's, soaked with sweat and body odor.
But when I opened the wardrobe and took a look, I smelled a nice fragrance and it was quite tidy and clean.
Her opinion of Chen Ya changed slightly.
He was able to tidy up his room so neatly in one day and write a song called "Meeting". Although she didn't say it, she still admired this boy in her heart.
"Is this dress a little too big for you?" Chen Ya said as he spread out the clothes.
"It's perfect. I can wear it as a dress." Jiang Xinhai said.
The bathroom in the rental house was very small, the bathing space was very narrow, the ceiling light was warm yellow, and moths were attracted in through the torn screen window.
Jiang Xinhai had to work hard to shoo the giant moth away and close the glass window tightly. The old neighborhood was damp, and the squat toilet, which had never been a reservoir, was emitting a foul odor. Even after closing the window, it was unbearable, so he had to turn on the exhaust fan.
The plastic shower head had turned yellow and the water output was very small. Under such tight conditions, Jiang Xinhai finally finished his shower.
When she came out, her long hair was tied back with a blue hairband. There were still thin traces of water on her neck, making her look very charming.
The short sleeves were wide, so she rolled them up to make them look sleeveless. When she raised her white arms, you could see her smooth and lovely armpits.
The thin T-shirt hung below the thighs, just covering the necessary parts. Below was a pair of strikingly long legs, completely exposed. She was wearing flip-flops on her feet, and the nail polish on her toes had half fallen off, revealing her white insteps.
"I'm done washing, you go ahead and wash."
"I already took a shower at noon, and I didn't sweat much in the afternoon, so there's no need." Chen Ya was lying on the sofa reading a book.
Jiang Xinhai glanced at him, carefully walked past him, walked into the bedroom, hid behind the door and said:
"Then I locked the door, okay?"
"Yeah." Chen Ya read a book.
"The key isn't outside, is it?"
"On the door."
Jiang Xinhai pulled the key from the door, shook it in his hand, and said:
"I don't want to be on guard against you, but I think it's best not to test you."
"I understand. You're so long-winded."
"Okay." Jiang Xinhai was about to close the door. In the last moment before closing the door, she whispered "good night" again.
…
Jiang Xinhai had trouble falling asleep. He played with his phone for an hour before turning off the lights, and then played with it for another hour after turning off the lights. After finally losing his phone, he found himself choosing his bed.
The sheets and pillows were new and had a strange smell. Jiang Xinhai couldn't figure out whether it was the smell of laundry detergent that had been stored for a long time, or if it was tainted with Chen Ya's scent.
Once this idea takes root, people will not be able to sleep well.
I don’t know how much time had passed. Jiang Xinhai felt that he was not asleep, but also seemed to be asleep. He couldn’t hold back the urge to urinate, so he put on his slippers and gently opened the door lock.
It was already dark outside, and she had to be careful not to bump into the musical instruments on the ground as she tiptoed to the bathroom.
She squatted down, her face flushed in the dark - in the quiet night, the sound of her going to the toilet was too loud.
She secretly thanked her luck that Chen Ya was asleep now.
She felt that she also had the burden of being an idol.
After walking out of the bathroom, Jiang Xinhai walked back in the dark, using the moonlight coming in from the window.
The floor of the room was a mess with all sorts of things, but most of them were made by Jiang Xinhai herself, such as her sandals and the canvas bag she was ready to give away at any time.
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