After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

Lin Ye, supporting his back, headed straight for the bathroom.

The door was closed, but the sounds of running water and toothbrushes hitting cups could be heard from inside.

He knocked twice.

No one answered.

He knocked twice more.

Still, no one answered.

Lin Ye grasped the doorknob, pressed it down, and opened the door.

Three people were crammed into the narrow space.

A girl with bangs stood directly in front of the sink, a girl with tattooed legs stood sideways next to the toilet, and a girl with tattooed arms had somehow squeezed in and was squatting in the corner rummaging through bottles and jars in a plastic basin.

All three people turned to look at him at the same time.

Then Lin Ye's brain performed a rapid information processing.

She had bangs and wasn't wearing a shirt.

She was only wearing a light pink pair of underwear, the edges of which had loosened from washing and were stuck on her hip bones, revealing the thin line on her lower abdomen that ran down from her navel.

Her skin was very white, the kind of white that doesn't see the sun all year round, and her ribs were faintly visible below her collarbone, and further down.

The girl with the tattooed legs wasn't wearing a top either.

She was thinner than when she had bangs, and her shoulder blades protruded from her back.

But despite being thin, he has all the right features.

She stood sideways, the curves of her body outlined in a soft arc in the morning light, from her armpit to her waist and then to her hip.

Both of them were only wearing underwear.

The bra with bangs was white and had developed lint from washing; one side of the shoulder strap was secured with a paperclip.

The girl with the floral print wore a black one, the lace at the edge was frayed, and the back clasp was a different color from the fabric itself, clearly indicating it was replaced later.

They all had toothbrushes in their mouths, with white toothpaste foam oozing from the corners of their mouths.

The brushing motion didn't stop.

A plump, soft young body, wrapped in cheap underwear, swayed slightly with the rhythm of brushing her teeth.

The amplitude is very small.

But that's enough.

It was all white.

Toothpaste foam dripped from the corner of her mouth and onto her collarbone, but she was completely unaware.

The girl with the flower-like legs brushed harder, making her movements more exaggerated, moving her elbows back and forth, and swaying her body more.

Lin Ye stood at the door, his hand still gripping the doorknob.

He should leave.

He should close the door immediately, say "excuse me," and then retreat to the living room to wait for them to finish washing up.

But he didn't move.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I just don't want to move.

The three people in the bathroom didn't scream either.

They didn't cover him with anything, nor did they hastily push him out.

Qi Liuhai just turned his head to look at him, his mouth full of toothbrush, and mumbled, "Brother, you use this toothbrush."

She pulled a disposable toothbrush from a plastic bag on the sink; the bag was crumpled, as if she'd smuggled it from a hotel.

Her hand was very steady as she handed the toothbrush to him.

It was as if she wasn't just standing in front of a man she'd only known for less than twelve hours, wearing only her underwear, but doing something perfectly normal.

The girl with the tattooed legs moved half a step to the side, making room for Lin Ye.

Her hip bumped against the edge of the sink, her body swayed, and the curves of her chest trembled.

She glanced down at herself, then looked up at Lin Ye, and took the toothbrush out of her mouth.

"Brother, come in, it's cold with the door open."

The tattooed girl stood up from the corner, clutching a tube of face wash that was almost completely squeezed out. She looked at Lin Ye, then at the doorway.

"Why don't you go first?"

Lin Ye stepped into the bathroom.

He stood between the girl with bangs and the girl with flowery legs.

The girl with the bangs moved aside to the left, and the girl with the flowery legs moved aside to the right.

The three people's bodies were compressed together in this narrow space.

Lin Ye's arm was pressed against the bare skin on his waist with his bangs.

Her body temperature was lower than expected, and her skin had a coolness left from washing her face with cold water.

But once his arm was placed on it, the skin quickly warmed up.

Then it's on the right.

The girl with the tattooed legs touched his arm with her upper arm.

She hadn't stopped brushing her teeth when the soft flesh of her upper arm brushed against Lin Ye's arm.

Each time she brushed against me, she was enveloped in the scent of cheap shower gel and the warmth of a young girl's body.

Lin Ye opened the packaging of the disposable toothbrush.

His fingers were a little stiff, and it took him two tries to tear the plastic packaging open.

Qi Liuhai handed over the toothpaste tube, her own tube, which was almost empty and the tube itself was rolled into a small curl.

Lin Ye took it and squeezed out the last bit of toothpaste.

He put the toothbrush in his mouth and started brushing his teeth.

The mirror was facing the three of them.

The mirror above the sink has a crack that extends from the top left corner to the bottom right corner, splitting the mirror in two.

Lin Ye saw himself in the mirror, standing between two girls wearing only underwear, a toothbrush in his mouth, and a look of bewilderment on his face as he had just woken up.

Qi Liuhai turned to the side to get the mouthwash cup, the movement causing her entire upper body to rotate, stretching the skin under her collarbone, and making the outline of her ribs clear for a moment in the morning light.

The girl with the tattooed legs bent down to spit out the foam in her mouth. As she bent down, the edge of her black underwear peeked out from her waist, revealing two shallow dimples on her lower back.

Then she straightened up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looked in the mirror, and her eyes met Lin Ye's in the mirror.

She did not look away.

She smiled, toothbrush in her mouth, foam overflowing from the corner of her mouth and trickling down her chin and neck.

The tattooed girl squeezed past Lin Ye from behind to get a towel. Her body brushed against Lin Ye's back, and he could feel that she was only wearing a sports bra, with her back almost completely naked.

The koi and lotus flowers brushed against his T-shirt.

The bathroom was filled with the minty smell of toothpaste, steam, the lingering scent of shower gel on the girl's body, and the slightly sour smell of alcohol that had seeped from her pores the night before.

These flavors mingled together and fermented in this cramped space of less than three square meters.

He spat out the foam from his mouth.

"Let's go buy some breakfast first."

He straightened up and took his phone out of his pocket.

The screen lit up, and he opened the food delivery app.

Suddenly, a head with bangs popped out from the side and blocked the phone screen.

She shook her head.

He shook his head vigorously.

Her hair nearly hit Lin Ye's chin when she swung it around.

"No, brother, you don't need to!"

Her tone was much more urgent than usual, and her voice became louder.

"We don't eat breakfast."

Lin Ye looked at her.

Qi Liuhai felt a little awkward under his gaze, so she lowered her head and began to wipe her face with a towel, wiping very slowly.

The girl with the tattooed legs rinsed her mouth next to him, the gurgling sound echoing in the bathroom, before she bent over and spat it out.

"I really won't eat it."

She straightened up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and said, "I'm used to it."

The tattooed girl leaned halfway out from behind Lin Ye, reaching over his shoulder to grab the comb on the windowsill, using her elbow to brace herself against his shoulder.

"Brother, don't waste that money."

she says.

"One meal a day is enough for us."

Lin Ye held his phone, and the homepage of the food delivery app was pushing breakfast deals: soy milk, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and jianbing guozi, with colorful pictures lined up in a row.

He glanced at the row of ribs faintly visible below his collarbone and bangs.

I looked at the vertebrae protruding from the back of the girl with the flowery legs when she bent over.

He glanced at the tattooed arm the girl was extending; her wrist was so thin he could hold it in one hand.

He finally understood why the way they ate last night made him think they were sparrows that hadn't eaten for three days.

He didn't order any more takeout.

I put my phone back in my pocket and continued brushing my teeth.

Lin Ye shifted his gaze back to the mirror.

In the mirror, a girl with bangs and floral legs are huddled together washing their hands, their shoulders touching and their four arms intertwined under the tap.

The tattooed girl was combing her hair behind Lin Ye when the comb got stuck in her tangled hair. She hissed and pulled hard, and a few strands of hair fell down and landed on Lin Ye's shoulder.

The stall owner downstairs was still chatting with someone, her soft dialect drifting up to me.

"The weather is quite nice today."

"Yes, as long as it doesn't rain."

The sound of flames from the gas stove, the sizzling of oil on the iron plate, and the clinking of coins being given as change.

Lin Ye rinsed the toothbrush clean and put it into the cup next to the sink that already had six toothbrushes stuck in it.

The seventh one.

The cup is full.

He turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Bai Xiaojing was squatting by the coffee table, folding the fishnet stockings that the girl with the flowery legs had taken off last night, her movements clumsy like someone doing housework for the first time.

She looked up and saw the forest.

"Brother, did you put your toothbrush in the cup?"

"Release them."

"The cup is full."

"Um."

Bai Xiaojing stuffed the folded fishnet stockings under the coffee table, stood up, and patted her Lolita dress.

"It's okay, I'll throw that one away to make room for you."

She spoke in a light, casual tone, as if she were talking about something trivial.

A clothesline was strung horizontally across the window.

Several items were hanging on the rope.

Several pieces of women's underwear in different colors.

One was red, one was black, one was light blue, and one was white with a floral print.