And on top of this towel, Cheng Zhu's previously worn t-shirt and jeans lay.
These clothes had been drenched in the guest bedroom shower along with Zhang Qiqi's blouse and pleated skirt.
Her clothes had been dried in the dryer, but Cheng Zhu's weren't in need of drying.
The laundry basket was placed under the sink, not easily noticeable unless looked at closely.
After styling his hair, Cheng Zhu pushed open the slightly ajar bathroom door and said normally, "Go check on your cousin, I'll tidy up."
As if Yiyi was the one styling her hair just now, he had been tidying up the room all along.
Yiyi nodded obediently, walked out, and then knelt beside the sofa, softly calling, "Sister, sister."
As the young girl crouched, her cotton floral shorts stretched taut, looking rather full.
Her calves and thighs pressed together as she crouched, with the flesh slightly squeezed outward, yet the scene looked very appealing.
