Yan Beicheng thought that it must be because he was sitting on Lin Chu's bed and hugging her pillow while breathing in her hair fragrance. It must be a strong psychological hint within him that caused it. Most importantly though, it was because of the bed.
Yan Beicheng gave himself this excuse while washing his hands without using soap. He gave his hands a sniff, it still smelt of him. Yan Beicheng raised his eyebrows suddenly and walked into the kitchen with his wet hands held up, "Which one's your hand towel?"
Lin Chu was stir-frying some vegetables and looked at him quickly without a doubt, "It's the yellow one with cherry blossoms on it. There's an exact same bath towel I have. You'll know it when you see it."
