Can’t find a towel, she could only use a sweater to wipe her eyes.
Standing up from the ground, she looked extremely disheveled.
Due to the cold weather, she only brought a change of underwear for her trip up the mountain, guessing there would be climbing involved, she didn’t stuff her bag with heavy coats and pants.
Tang Li couldn’t care less about washing her hair anymore, she took a towel to wrap around her hair, looked down at herself, the sweater was half soaked, realizing she didn’t bring a spare one, she could only take off the one she was wearing and wring out the water stains from the sweater.
Just then, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
Tang Li didn’t have time to put the sweater back on.
Song Baiyan returned to the courtyard and saw traces of incense ash on his left hand, intending to wash them off in the bathroom, pushing the door open he also didn’t anticipate seeing such a scene.
"..." The sweater barely covered Tang Li’s chest.
The dark gray bra straps, her flat stomach, her waist too delicate to hold, her slender white neck, a droplet of water slid from her jaw, down her collarbone, slipping into the area covered by her sweater.
Tang Li’s fingers clutching the sweater tightened uncomfortably.
She actually didn’t expect Song Baiyan to come back now.
For the past few days, Song Baiyan would usually go to the host’s residence to play chess after lunch, only returning to this courtyard around three in the afternoon, with Ji Ming and others, barely visiting during the day, and the bathroom door lock was broken, she originally just wanted to wash her hair, she wasn’t prepared for this.
Silence filled the bathroom, and time seemed to stretch infinitely.
Song Baiyan still had his left hand on the door handle.
Once he saw clearly that the disheveled person inside was Tang Li, he quickly shut the door almost instantly.
Tang Li stood in place, her heart almost leaping out of her throat.
Minute by minute, she didn’t know how much time had passed.
She put the sweater back on, quickly washed her hair and returned to her room.
Trying to act as if nothing had happened, but the moment she took off her sweater and saw her bra, the scene in the bathroom replayed in her mind.
Tang Li looked at the spring scenery hidden under her innerwear, not too big, but not a flat board either.
As for Song Baiyan’s expression at that time—
It could only be described as "expressionless."
It should have been her who was frightened.
Or, did he think it was intentional?
After all, in his eyes, she seemed not to be the image of an innocent, harmless little bunny.
Thinking this way, Tang Li couldn’t help but curve her lips upward.
Taking off her dirty clothes, she crawled into bed, pulled out her cellphone from the pocket of her jacket, and sent a message: "I just accidentally fell in the bathroom, and my sweater and pants got dirty, I only brought a bra and underwear for the mountain trip, now I don’t know what to do."
Worried he wouldn’t believe her, she added: "I’m not lying, I just felt uncomfortable and wanted to wash my hair."
Soon, the cellphone vibrated.
Song Baiyan replied: "Are you in your room now?"
Tang Li looked at the cellphone with a smile, replied to the message, and obediently waited, feeling that a missing piece in her heart was slowly being mended unconsciously.
About 10 minutes later, someone knocked on the door softly.
"The door is unlocked." Tang Li called out.
But it was Aunt Zhang, the kitchen cook, who pushed the door and came in.
Aunt Zhang noticed her startled look and explained: "That Mr. Song came to the kitchen looking for me, gave me a fright, then he mentioned that you fell while washing your hair, asking me to bring you a set of clothes."
"I’m the only old woman on the mountain, this set of clothes I bought this year and haven’t worn yet, you can make do with it for a couple of days."