Really, it’s baffling, she pressed her face against the stone table, sighed, and thought, ah, this is truly comfortable.
Until she had lazed enough and was preparing to go back for a nap, planning to buy a fan tomorrow, she discovered her wrapped chest when she was undressing, and only then did she realize something.
"Jian Zhiqing..." She gritted out Jian Zhiqing’s name with force, as if wishing she could bite a piece off of him.
She took off the binding cloth on her chest, and instantly, she felt a wave of relief. However, as she lowered her head and looked at the two bulges on her chest, she felt an urge to cry. She wondered why she thought having a flat chest was quite alright before - had her brain been squished by a door, or had it taken in water? Why did she torment herself into getting such a troublesome issue? Now was not the same as the future; they were still at an age where everything was shy. She really didn’t want those boys staring at her chest.
Her thoughts were somewhat old-fashioned; after all, she was born in a conservative era, and deep down, she was burdened with those thoughts. She wasn’t modern, and she knew it.
When she woke up, the day had almost passed. She first went to the store, prepared the dough, and then walked back. It was unbearably hot. In the park, many people were cooling off. The phrase ’A calm heart brings natural coolness’ felt to Qin Xiangnuan like nothing but nonsense.
How could one naturally cool down with a calm heart when everyone is roasting in an oven? Even calmness would lead to being burnt to death.
She opened the door, and the light was still on in Jian Zhiqing’s room. Luckily, he was a very disciplined person. He wouldn’t go bare-chested; at least, he wore a tank top to block some light. However, it was evident that he possessed an impressive physique, not appearing like a skinny boiled chicken.
She opened the door and, upon seeing the fan inside, was momentarily stunned.
She hurriedly ran to the fan; the breeze it generated was so refreshing that it immediately drove away her heat.
"How about this?" Jian Zhiqing leaned on the doorframe unexpectedly, "I’ll cover your living expenses for three months, alright?"
"Okay," Qin Xiangnuan almost hugged the fan to herself, the wind blowing against her face lifted a soft curve of hair by her cheek, then curled it back, softly laying it over her shoulder.
Right, she found a cloth strip, sprayed some floral water on it, turned off the fan, and tied the strip around it. This way, the wind that blew out was fragrant, filling the entire room with a pleasant smell, and the scent of the floral water wasn’t too pungent.
"Brother Jian, you are wonderful." She was so delighted that she lost herself for a moment and dashed forward to hug the fan, but it seemed she hugged wrongly and ended up embracing a warm body, different from hers, much different...
She quickly let go, her face slightly embarrassed, a cold sweat breaking out on her palms. She was actually afraid of men.
She hurriedly retreated to the fan, the breeze gradually cooling the burning sensation on her face and calming her occasionally wildly beating heart.
Jian Zhiqing didn’t say much; he stood at the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. "Here’s the manual on the table, take a look yourself. If there’s anything you don’t know, come find me." While he deeply gazed at Qin Xiangnuan, the fleeting glint in his eyes went unnoticed by her.