Even though Yan Beicheng had put on his coat, Lin Chu still did not look directly at him. She hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls of rice without caring if she was full. She wanted to wait until Yan Beicheng left before she ate her meal properly.
Lin Chu made a call to her building's plumber to stop by before rushing into the bathroom. She threw Yan Beicheng's clothes into the washing machine to spin dry and thought about using the hairdryer to dry it quickly. She could not allow Yan Beicheng to not be dressed properly, especially with that dangerously low bath towel hanging on him. The thought of it made Lin Chu uncomfortable.
She had just thrown the clothes into the washing machine when she spotted a small clump of black cloth. Lin Chu held it up curiously and recognized what the thin, stretchy square was. She held back her scream and threw it into the washing machine with shaking hands. Her palms were burning up as her hands were still shaking.
