She nodded and brought out two different sizes just so he could measure which one to pick and shuffled towards the bathroom. She knocked loudly and called out.
"What?" he shouted, irritated.
"Take these!" After a few seconds, Mo Qingchen opened the door a crack and peered out.
"Don't use the towel in there. It's mine. Use the fresh one." She handed the towel over helpfully and moved away.
She smirked when she heard him grunt. He must have found the boxers hidden within the folds of the towel.
Inside the bathroom, Mo Qingchen was cursing himself.
He didn't know whether to praise her for being thoughtful or strangle her for underestimating his size.
He had to thank her for bringing different sizes though. He sucked it up and wore one. The print wasn't stellar, but no one was seeing it. It didn't matter. He left the other boxer on the clothing rack and changed into his clothes. Looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn't decide if he looked good or not.
