Three years after our breakup, you came back to China, and I'm just giving up. Why are you cryi

Hearing Xiao Xiyue's words, Lu Hao readily agreed, but inwardly he was filled with unease.

Should I arrange to meet them?

He simply couldn't imagine what a chaotic scene it would be.

Zhou Mengmeng, that silly girl, still thinks she has nothing to do with Xiao Xiyue anymore, while Xiao Xiyue now only sees Zhou Mengmeng as a roommate.

If we meet and chat for a few minutes, wouldn't all my little secrets be exposed?

Forget it, better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.

Let's just gloss over this for now, and bet that Xiao Xiyue is too forgetful and will forget about it by tomorrow morning.

While he was feeling anxious, he didn't stop working. Soon, the kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of ginger and brown sugar water.

Just as he brought out the two bowls of ginger and brown sugar water, Ning Shu came out of her room after taking a shower.

Her long, wet hair was wrapped in a towel, and she had changed into a set of off-white cotton pajamas, long-sleeved and long-legged, conservative style that only revealed a small section of her fair and slender neck. Her face was flushed pink from the steam.

"Sister, you should go take a shower too. You'll easily catch a cold if you get caught in the rain," Ning Shu said in a soft, caring voice, looking at Xiao Xiyue, who was sitting casually on the sofa.

Lu Hao placed a bowl of ginger tea on the coffee table in front of Xiao Xiyue, only then noticing that her shoulder was wet, her apricot-colored T-shirt clinging to her body, revealing her beautiful figure.

"Go take a hot shower, and I'll have Ning Shu find you some clean clothes to change into."

Xiao Xiyue glanced at the two of them, her gaze lingering on Lu Hao for a moment, but ultimately she did not refuse.

Upon hearing this, Ning Shu immediately ran back to her room and rummaged through her wardrobe for quite a while.

She came out carrying a white T-shirt with a cute little bear printed on it, then looked at Xiao Xiyue's tall figure, who was more than half a head taller than her, and lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly, her voice barely a whisper: "Um... sister, my clothes... seem a little small."

Lu Hao's gaze swept over the T-shirt in Ning Shu's hand. The shirt was loose on Ning Shu, but what if it were on Xiao Xiyue...

An image instantly flashed through his mind: the T-shirt probably just reached his lower abdomen, turning into a sexy crop top.

"Wear mine," Lu Hao said, then turned and went into his room.

Zhou Mengmeng is about the same height as Ning Shu, so her clothes definitely won't fit.

A moment later, he pulled a brand-new gray shirt out of the closet and handed it to Xiao Xiyue.

"It's new, and a bit longer than a T-shirt."

Xiao Xiyue didn't say anything, took the shirt from him, and went straight into the bathroom.

After the door closed, the sound of running water quickly came from inside, followed by her cool voice through the door: "Lu Hao, which towel is yours?"

Lu Hao was drinking ginger soup when he replied without thinking, "The dirtiest one."

"puff--"

Ning Shu, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but almost spit out a mouthful of ginger soup. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled, her shoulders shaking.

Inside the bathroom, Xiao Xiyue frowned slightly upon hearing these words.

Her gaze swept over a row of towels hanging on the wall—pink, blue, and one with a little yellow duck pattern… Finally, her eyes settled on the white towel in the far corner.

The middle part of the towel has indeed turned slightly yellow.

She reached out and took the towel, then brought it to her nose and smelled it.

Hmm, Lu Hao's aura.

She had read a report that said all men are like this; whether it's towels, clothes, or bed sheets and duvet covers, they will all turn yellow after being used for a long time.

Sure enough, all men are yellow.

Whether it's people or things they use.

Inside the restaurant, Lu Hao and Ning Shu sat facing each other in a quiet atmosphere, with only the rumbling thunder and the patter of raindrops hitting the windows outside.

"Lu Hao, is your sister your girlfriend? She's so pretty." Ning Shu broke the silence first in a low voice, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"No," Lu Hao replied crisply. "A friend."

"Oh……"

Ning Shu responded, holding the bowl and sipping the ginger soup. After a while, as if gathering her courage, she looked up and asked, "Tonight... with the rain so heavy, you probably won't be going back, right, sister?"

Lu Hao paused in his soup-drinking motion and subconsciously glanced out onto the balcony.

A bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, illuminating the entire world as bright as day, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.

This stormy night with its thunder and lightning was going to last for who knows how long, and it wasn't safe for Xiao Xiyue to go back, especially since her clothes were all wet and it wouldn't be convenient for her to go back.

"Okay, I'll tell her later that she can stay here for the night."

After Lu Hao finished speaking, he seemed to think of something and looked at Ning Shu, adding, "Let her squeeze in with you. Aren't you afraid of thunder? It'll be good for her to keep you company and give you some courage."

Ning Shu raised her head and met Lu Hao's sincere eyes. Her eyelashes trembled, and a fleeting light flashed in her eyes before quickly fading away.

She lowered her head again, looking at the cloyingly sweet ginger soup in the bowl, and felt a lump in her throat.

"good……"

A single word, so soft it was almost swallowed up by the sound of the wind and rain outside.

Just then, the bathroom door clicked open from the inside.

The bathroom door clicked open.

Amidst the rising steam, Xiao Xiyue emerged.

She had just finished showering, her long, black hair was still wet and draped over her shoulders, the ends dripping water as it slid down her neck and disappeared into the collar of her large gray shirt.

The shirt looked somewhat loose on her, hanging down loosely, with the top two buttons of the collar undone, revealing one round, fair shoulder and delicate collarbone.

The hem of the shirt barely covered her buttocks, leaving her two straight and slender legs exposed to the air, glistening under the light.

Lu Hao froze, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

This woman is simply a vixen.

Ning Shu's gaze froze. She looked at the shirt that belonged to Lu Hao on Xiao Xiyue, and then at the cute T-shirt with a little bear printed on it on her own body. An indescribable sour feeling welled up in her heart, and she tightened her grip on the rim of the bowl slightly.

Xiao Xiyue seemed oblivious to their gazes and walked straight to the dining table, sitting down next to Ning Shu.

She picked up the bowl of still-warm ginger and brown sugar water, stirred it gently with a spoon, and drank it slowly and deliberately.

"Sister, your hair is still wet. Let me dry it for you." Ning Shu looked at her dripping long hair and quickly put down the bowl, wanting to get up.

"Sit down." Xiao Xiyue reached out and pressed her hand on Ning Shu's shoulder.

She put down the soup bowl, then raised her eyes, her cool gaze finally landing on Lu Hao.

"Come here."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a matter-of-fact tone.

Lu Hao raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself, "He's gotten addicted to ordering people around."

Although he didn't say anything, his body betrayed him by standing up.

He took a hair dryer from the locker, dragged a power strip from the corner of the wall, plugged it in, and stood behind Xiao Xiyue.

My fingers ran through her slightly cool hair, feeling its smooth texture and the fresh scent of shampoo.

"Buzz—"

The hairdryer started working quietly, and the warm air blew, making her dark hair flutter.

The wind from a hairdryer can not only dry your hair, but also blow the wind of love.

Xiao Xiyue's shirt was already loose, and wisps of hot air blew in through the collar.

From Lu Hao's perspective, one can clearly see many unspeakable sights.

His breathing became heavier, and he slowed down the process of drying his hair.

The atmosphere between the two of them, where no one else could intrude, made Ning Shu feel like an unwanted outsider.

Just then, Xiao Xiyue, with her eyes closed, suddenly spoke, her voice not loud.

"I'll sleep in your room later."

Lu Hao's hand, which was drying his hair, suddenly stopped.