Mia Ginger let out a long sigh.
Overflowing with excitement.
She reached out to twist open the door, put down her bag, and happily went to the bathroom to freshen up.
Halfway through her wash, she suddenly realized that she had no sleepwear since she last took something.
She couldn’t possibly wear a t-shirt and jeans to Koa Jackson’s bed.
He was so particular.
Mia Ginger grabbed a towel to dry her hair, thinking aimlessly about what to do as she dried.
A thought popped into her mind.
She could wear Koa Jackson’s white shirt!
He had so many in his wardrobe; one for each day, and probably wouldn’t wear the same one again for a month.
Wearing one herself wouldn’t hurt anything.
Especially since she had already worn one last time.
Mia Ginger tried hard to convince herself.
Without noticing, she felt an odd, secret, and somewhat shameful possessiveness over Koa Jackson’s shirt.
Overall, she really liked it.
She couldn’t move her eyes away when she saw it, and when she saw it... she wanted to snuggle into it.
Sure, she’d wear his shirt.
Thinking this, she wrapped herself tightly in a white bath towel, slipped on her slippers, pressed her lips, and carefully headed to Koa Jackson’s room.
She knocked twice, walked a few steps, and heard the splash of water coming from the bathroom.
Koa Jackson was showering.
Mia Ginger walked over to the door and knocked lightly twice.
She called out, "Brother Jackson?"
Koa Jackson paused, seeing her slender silhouette through the foggy mist in the bathroom, unclear but by no means vague.
The bathroom glass was of special material; you couldn’t see inside from the outside, but from inside, you could clearly see the view of the bedroom.
Even now, water vapor swirled around, obscuring vision, but—
He could still see Mia Ginger.
Delicate and fair, showing her shoulders, wrapped in just a bath towel.
Her cheek pressed against the glass, listening intently for any noise.
Funny yet infuriating, hard to describe the feeling.
Koa Jackson temporarily turned off the water and raised his voice slightly, "I’m here. What’s up?"
Was she going to sleep after washing up?
Koa Jackson found this thought a bit scary, hesitating on how to remind her appropriately, when he saw her turn her face and ask, "I don’t have any sleepwear, can I wear one of your shirts?"
So that’s how it was.
Koa Jackson breathed a sigh of relief, "Go get one from the walk-in closet yourself."
Mia Ginger responded with an "Oh," hugged herself, and walked away.
Soon, Koa Jackson finished his shower and came out.
He entered the bedroom and froze again.
The little girl had her short hair in disarray, wore his white shirt, barefoot, walking around the bed on the floor.
Koa Jackson couldn’t help but frown, stepped forward, grabbed her shoulder like picking up a chick, and placed her on the bed.
Mia Ginger was caught off guard, and before she knew it, she was sitting on the edge of the bed.
She looked down and played with her fingers, saying nothing.
"What’s this all about?" Koa Jackson looked at her tiny, fair, delicate feet, frowned, and reprimanded, "Don’t you know how dirty the floor is? You’re trampling back and forth without a care, huh? I think your military training wasn’t exhausting enough."
"The floor is cold." Mia Ginger tilted her head, wrinkling her nose as she glanced at him, muttering, "My feet are hot."
Koa Jackson found it amusing.