Jiang Xueli snatched the torn underwear from his hand and hid it against her chest.
Her face was practically smoking with shame.
'It must be warm,' she thought. 'After all, it's something you wear close to your skin.'
Lin Zhengran found her proud, prickly demeanor amusing as he finished putting on his own clothes.
This silly goose was clearly not as meticulous as Wenwen when it came to helping someone get dressed.
"Stop being shy. Let's go. Throw that out, and then I'll go with you to the hair salon. It was almost our turn, but because of this delay, you'll have to get in line all over again."
Jiang Xueli mumbled, "Waiting in line again isn't a big deal... It's not like we have anything else to do tonight, anyway."
'This way, Zhengran can spend more time with me.'
The two of them walked to a nearby trash can, and Jiang Xueli threw the item inside.
