"Victor, get out of the bathroom right now!" A woman's voice came from outside the door, gentle yet tinged with annoyance.
"You better not touch the underwear in my laundry basket, or else... if I find anything dirty on it, you're dead!"
Accompanied by urgent knocking, the woman raised her voice sharply and couldn't help but stomp her foot outside the door.
The door banged open. Zhou Qingfeng, wearing only a pair of briefs, lazily said:
"Lady Julia, though you are very beautiful and have a hot body, I'm not the kind of newbie who's never seen a woman.
Why would you think I'd touch your underwear, and even imagine I'd leave something dirty on it? I'm not that vulgar."
The woman at the door was in her thirties, with a medium build, curvaceous figure, wearing only a printed spaghetti strap top, the thin fabric outlining her plump curves.
"You brat, don't let me catch any evidence." The woman snorted, not buying Zhou Qingfeng's explanation, and squeezed into the bathroom sideways.
Their shoulders and chests inevitably brushed against each other, feeling soft and elastic.
Zhou Qingfeng instinctively stepped aside a little, but the warm and humid mature woman's scent hit him, making his blood surge.
Julia bent over to inspect the clothes in the laundry basket.
There were a few palm-sized silk panties inside, lace and mesh intertwined, crumpled into a ball.
There were also a few large-sized bras, front-clasp, back-clasp, mixed with flesh-colored pantyhose, exuding a faint original scent.
Zhou Qingfeng's gaze involuntarily fell on Julia's body. That slender waist, round and full hips, looked like a ripe peach hanging on a branch, red and tempting, as if he could reach out and touch it.
"You brat, where are you looking?"
Finding no incriminating evidence, Julia felt a little embarrassed. She suddenly turned around, blocking Zhou Qingfeng's view.
"I am admiring the Holy Mother Mary."
When Julia bent over, the fabric of her spaghetti strap top stretched tight against her body, outlining a perfect peach-shaped curve, sparking wild fantasies.
"Get out, put your clothes on." Julia was amused by this brat, chuckled a few times, and waved her hand to signal him to leave.
After Zhou Qingfeng left, Julia didn't stop. She carefully checked the clothes in the laundry basket again. But no matter how she inspected the underwear, there was indeed nothing unusual.
"An eighteen-year-old boy should be energetically searching for the scent of the opposite sex, flirting with girls all around. Victor actually... did nothing?"
Julia recalled Zhou Qingfeng's gaze just now, it was clearly filled with interest, his sexual orientation was definitely normal, yet he remained restrained and did not act impulsively.
If she had found any 'evidence' on the underwear, she would have 'educated' that brat a few words and secretly been pleased that she still attracted young men.
Now that there was nothing, she was even angrier.
The other boys in the neighborhood were always impulsive and reckless, chasing after every pretty girl with hopeless looks and putting their thoughts into action at any moment.
Zhou Qingfeng, however, was never like that.
"Poor Victor must be too introverted. Asian boys are all , too shy, not bold enough. Without reckless passion and romance, no wonder that brat has no girlfriend."
"Mom, I need to use the bathroom, what are you doing?"
A crisp voice came from the bathroom door. A girl stood at the door, her hair a mess, clearly just out of bed, with a mix of impatience and laziness.
She was wearing an oversized t-shirt, the hem hanging to her hips, revealing two slender, fair legs, casual and unruly.
"Nothing, just checking the laundry basket." Julia looked up and calmly replied.
"Did that bastard Victor leave something dirty?" The girl frowned, seemingly going into detective mode, "Did that perverted creep touch my underwear?"
She had obviously overheard the conversation just now, and righteously clenched her fists, ready to rush out and settle accounts with someone.
"That stupid Victor, just knew his usual cold attitude was an act, definitely peeping on me behind my back but too cowardly to pursue me openly!"
"No, he didn't, at least I didn't find anything."
Julia stood up, looked sternly at her daughter, and asked reproachfully, "But you, Selena, where did you go last night?"
"I went to a friend's party. I told you beforehand." The girl akimbo, responded righteously.
"Back at two in the morning?" Julia raised her voice eight degrees, visibly angry and displeased with the answer.
"Mom, parties always end that late." Selena rolled her eyes, even more impatient.
"I can't leave early, that would make me look unwelcome and ostracized. Do you want me to be isolated by my friends?"
"And you drank?" Julia's tone grew harsher, her eyes filled with worry.
"Just a little, only beer." Selena shrugged, indicating it was no big deal.
"Any prohibited substances?" Julia pressed, her gaze fixed intently on her daughter's face, trying to discern something from her expression.
"No, someone did try to sell at the party, even offered it to me for free, but I refused." Selena added with a touch of pride, showing off her self-control.
"But you shouldn't come back so late."
Julia sighed, filled with deep helplessness and worry, "Those parties are full of trash, I can't sleep worrying about you."
"Mom, I'm already sixteen, I'm not a brainless fool." Selena rebelliously waved her hand, "I can tell who's good and who's bad, no one can fool me."