Speaking of which, he was very obedient and entered the bathroom without putting on his shoes.
Gu Nuan watched his retreating figure and remembered to shout, "Did you take your clothes?"
"Forgot, find one for me."
He was rather bold, letting her find his underwear. Doesn’t he know men and women are different?
"Where did you put your clothes?" With no choice, Gu Nuan continued to search his cabinet like her mom used to help her dad.
The faucet in the bathroom was making loud noises.
"What did you say? I can’t hear you!" His voice came from the bathroom, feigning deafness and shouting, "I’m washing my hair!"
Great, just like her dad. Gu Nuan didn’t want to think about it, imagining if he ever met her dad. The moment they had a drink, they’d hit it off as if they’d found a kindred spirit across thousands of miles. Then, what a mess that would be!
At times like these, one could only rely on a housewife’s inherent wisdom.
Gu Nuan thought about it and recalled that today Xiaolian had brought her takeout and had also brought a package along.
She found the black travel bag that seemed to have been forgotten in a corner of the windowsill tatami bay window. On closer inspection, the travel bag’s zipper was locked with a combination lock.
Gu Nuan had no choice but to continue asking through the bathroom door, "What’s your combination?" Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽
"My combination? You mean my bank card pin?"
Why would she need his bank card pin?! Gu Nuan didn’t have time to get angry, as the person in the bathroom began to speak in a tone that was infuriatingly nonchalant: "If you need some pocket money, just say so. I’ll give you my credit card, no pin needed, just swipe it."
"Aren’t you afraid I’ll max out your card?"
"Not afraid. My card can’t be maxed out, the limit’s too high."
Gu Nuan felt a strong urge to kick him to death.
His words were unbearable.
Gu Nuan calmly took a breath and continued, "I mean, is that the bag Xiaolian brought over supposed to have clothes in it?"
"Oh, right, it’s the one I asked to be brought over from the hotel, it does have clothes in it." The person remembered but then suddenly chuckled mysteriously, "That code, I forgot it."
Gu Nuan, being a hot-tempered girl, turned and headed back, leaving a message, "You figure it out yourself, I’ve left the bag at the bathroom door."
"Hey—" Xiaolian didn’t expect her to do that and panicked, shouting, "Can I open the door without wearing clothes?"
"Why not? No one will see."
The person then muttered, "So you’re this open-minded, I can just wear boxers next time."
Gu Nuan clenched her fists and yelled back, "My dad doesn’t even wear boxers at home."
Indeed, in a moment of urgency, she forgot even the basics of modesty.
Their conversation reached this point, and suddenly, Gu Nuan felt her face heat up as if a volcano were about to erupt.
My goodness, she’d never say such things in her whole life, but why with this man, everything was different. It made her want to dig a hole and bury herself in it.
Xiaolian tried to defuse the awkwardness, asking, "So your father-in-law goes commando at home, what does he wear then?"
Gu Nuan felt like banging her head against the wall.
She dashed into the bedroom, lay on the bed, grabbed the quilt, and covered her head as if nothing had happened. Such embarrassing moments were unprecedented in her life and felt deadly embarrassing.
As she lay there dazed, someone opened the door to the room, followed by footsteps.
Gu Nuan, hiding under the quilt, could only see a very blurry outline outside, vaguely feeling that the person’s silhouette was as imposing as a mountain, enough to make her heart race.