He suddenly flung open the bathroom door and pushed the two of them inside:
"Let's shower together! Can't we just shower together?! It'll save water!"
"What?!"
"You dare!!"
Two screams nearly lifted the roof off!
Ling Qingxue slapped Zhang Shaozhong in the chest:
"You shameless scoundrel!"
Ye Meier also kicked him directly in the shin:
"Dream on! You brat! I'll gouge your eyes out!"
Zhang Shaozhong fled in panic, covering his head.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! You guys play rock-paper-scissors! Let's decide who washes first!"
Finally, after a best-of-three round of rock-paper-scissors, the order of bathing was decided.
Ling Qingxue, carrying a new towel and shower gel, walked into the bathroom as if going to her execution, and locked the door from the inside.
Night Enchantress paced impatiently outside:
"What are you dawdling for! Taking such a long shower! Hurry up! I need to shower too!"
Zhang Shaozhong slumped on his small sofa, listening to the faint sound of water coming from the bathroom and Ye Meier's complaints outside the door, feeling numb.
After what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door finally opened.
Ling Qingxue came out wearing her newly bought white pajamas, her hair still wet and loose, carrying a fresh scent of shower gel.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed from the steam, and she was less cold than usual, but her eyes remained wary, especially when she saw Ye Meier at the door, she immediately straightened her face again.
"Ugh, taking a shower is like shedding skin, so slow!"
Night Enchantress grumbled as she squeezed inside and slammed the door shut.
Soon, her off-key humming and even louder splashing could be heard from inside.
Ling Qingxue frowned and walked to the bedside. Looking at the cramped space and the unsightly "38th parallel" in the middle, she sighed.
She didn't get into bed immediately. Instead, she took out the old bed sheet that she used as a curtain from her bag and carefully spread it on Zhang Shaozhong's dirty bed sheet. Then, she sat down on her side of the bed with great difficulty and began to practice her internal energy... uh, trying to dry her hair.
When Ye Meier finished showering and came out wearing that slightly sexy dark red nightgown, humming a little tune as she dried her hair, she saw that Ling Qingxue had already "occupied" the bed, and she immediately became unhappy again.
"Hey! You hypocrite! Move over a bit! Why are you taking up so much space?"
"The boundary is here; do not cross it."
"Who recognizes this damn wire! It's so narrow here, how am I supposed to sleep?"
"He brought it on himself."
Seeing that the fighting was about to reignite, Zhang Shaozhong quickly jumped up from the sofa and handed over the hair dryer:
"Gentlemen! Hair dryer! Use this! It dries hair faster!"
The two bigwigs were once again highly wary of this "magical artifact" that could produce noise and hot air, but after Zhang Shaozhong's demonstration and persuasion, they reluctantly accepted it.
So, the room was filled with the buzzing of the hairdryer and a new round of complaints and banter between the two bosses about the airflow and temperature...
When everything finally calmed down, the two big shots lay awkwardly back to back on the small single bed, separated by a towel and a red thread, their bodies stiff as two planks of wood...
As Zhang Shaozhong curled up on the narrow, uncomfortable, and strangely smelly sofa, listening to the faint sounds of struggle coming from the bed and the noise of the city outside the window...
Three people, three different thoughts, but they all share one common idea:
This is unbearable!
And all of this is just the beginning.
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