When Ye Qianqian heard Shen Zhilie's words, she immediately rushed over in the direction of his voice. She found Shen Zhilie holding a drying rack. On it was a small white brassiere. Her face immediately turned beet red.
She dashed up and snatched the object back. She exclaimed, "Are you crazy? Why are you looking though a woman's undergarments! You d*mn pervert!"
Shen Zhilie's laughter got louder. He said, "Hey, you're the one left it out here to dry. I saw it the moment I walked over. You can't blame me for that."
"D*mn you! This is the balcony. If you don't dry your clothes on the balcony, where else can you dry them? Moreover, this is my home!" Ye Qianqian staked her territory firmly and quickly hid the brassiere behind her back.
Almost immediately, she noticed her panties, as well as a few pairs of socks and a few more brassieres. She inched her body over to block his line of sight.
