Chapter 201 - 145: Come Over Here
Then, he silently closed the suitcase and opened it again.
"Okay, it’s open," Jiang He reported.
He lifted the lid of the suitcase.
Shen Yu was a bit of a neat freak.
All the clothes inside the suitcase were folded neatly.
Her toiletry bag and skincare products were also stowed in the mesh pocket on the side.
Jiang He’s eyes scanned the inside of the suitcase, looking for her pajamas.
His gaze paused as it swept over a stack of clothes.
Here, neatly folded, were several sets of lingerie, and... stockings?
’Huh?’
Jiang He blinked.
’She brought stockings? I’ve never seen her wear them before.’
Suddenly, a dangerous idea popped into his head.
’What if... just what if...’
’If I take the stockings to her now along with the pajamas, will she put them on when she gets out of the shower?’
Jiang He tsked.
’Damn... that idea is practically a crime.’
Jiang He didn’t know if she would wear them, but he was certain of one thing: if he really did that, the Shen Yu of right now would absolutely think he was a pervert. Definitely.
In the end, he didn’t take the stockings.
Jiang He walked up to the bathroom door.
"I found your clothes. I’m hanging them on the doorknob. I’ll go lie face down on the bed now, and I promise I won’t turn around to look. Don’t worry."
Shen Yu’s faint reply came from the bathroom. "Oh, okay... I got it."
Behind the bathroom door.
Shen Yu listened to Jiang He’s footsteps fade away. She waited for about half a minute more, and only after confirming there was no sound outside did she cautiously turn the lock.
Then, quick as lightning, she snatched the clothes hanging from the doorknob and darted back inside.
The bathroom door was once again shut tight and locked from the inside.
Leaning her back against the door, Shen Yu let out a long sigh of relief.
She shook out the clothes in her hand, getting ready to put them on.
As she rustled through the fabric, she suddenly froze.
Her eyes scanned the clothes twice, inside and out, before she fell into a long silence.
’Wait a minute.’
’Where’s my bra?’
In Shen Yu’s hands—
—aside from the pajama top, bottoms, and a pair of panties—there was nothing else.
She bit her lower lip as the temperature of her cheeks began to rise.
’That guy, Jiang He... when he was getting the clothes, he actually forgot my bra?’
In reality, it was a complete misunderstanding.
In his past life, Jiang He had known her habits like the back of his hand.
After showering at home, Shen Yu would always wear panties; otherwise, it would be unhygienic.
However, she had a habit of not wearing a bra, always complaining that it was too tight and uncomfortable.
So, just now, in that split second when he was looking for her clothes, Jiang He had instinctively grabbed the pajama top and bottoms, and a pair of panties, but completely forgot the bra.
Although this was muscle memory, there was another important reason he hadn’t thought of it—
his brain had been completely possessed by the stockings.
Once his mind went off on a tangent, it was hard to pay attention to other details.
Shen Yu stood frozen, clutching the pajamas, caught in an internal struggle.
’Should I call out now and ask Jiang He to go back to the suitcase, find my bra, and hand it to me?’
She pictured the scene in her mind.
"Jiang He, you forgot my bra. Could you grab it for me...?"
’No way!’
Shen Yu shook her head violently.
’Having a guy rummage through my underwear, and then hand it over, is just too embarrassing.’
’But if I don’t wear one...’
Shen Yu hesitated for a long time.
Finally, another thought occurred to her.
’The room has a double bed.’
’All I have to do is get out, dive straight under the covers, and wrap myself up tightly.’
’It’s not like we’re going to be cuddling while we sleep tonight anyway. If I don’t wear it, I don’t wear it. It’s not a big deal.’
’A double bed is perfectly safe.’
Having mentally prepared herself, Shen Yu quickly put on her pajamas.
Then she looked in the mirror.
The girl in the mirror had fluffy hair and delicate features.
Only, her cheeks were flushed all the way to the base of her neck.
Shen Yu stared at her reflection, suddenly stunned.
’Wait a second.’
’He’s the one who grabbed the wrong clothes. He should be the one who’s embarrassed.’
’What am I blushing for?’
’Damn it...’
Shen Yu patted her cheeks, trying to cool them down, but it was no use.
She took a deep breath and threw open the bathroom door.
Jiang He was lying face down on the bed, playing dead, when he felt a gust of wind rush past the side of the bed.
Shen Yu dove into bed at high speed, wrapping herself up like a silkworm cocoon.
Jiang He asked, "You’re out?"
Shen Yu’s muffled voice replied, "Mhm, I’m tired. Going to sleep. Good night."
"Oh, okay. Good night."
Jiang He scratched his head, climbed out of bed, rummaged through the suitcase for his own toiletries, and walked into the bathroom.
The faint scent of shower gel lingered in the bathroom, and a thin layer of steam coated the mirror.
He took a quick shower, changed his clothes, casually dried his hair with a towel, and pushed the door open to walk out.
The light in the room was dim. Shen Yu’s eyes were closed and her breathing was steady; it seemed she was really asleep.
But Jiang He saw through it in a second. Of course she was just pretending to be asleep.
He walked over to the water dispenser by the TV stand, poured two glasses of warm water, and then tiptoed to the bedside.
First, he placed one of the glasses on the nightstand on Shen Yu’s side.
Then he turned off the light.
Holding the other glass, he prepared to get into his side of the bed.
As he walked, Jiang He mentally went over his schedule for tomorrow.
’In the morning, I’ll drop Shen Yu off, then go to the High-Tech Zone to check on the site for the P3 lab, and in the afternoon, I’ll head back to school to coordinate on my project...’
His thoughts were racing.
Suddenly, at the corner of the foot of the bed, Jiang He’s right foot tripped on a hard object.
"THUD!"
Jiang He’s body instantly lost its balance, and he stumbled forward a large step.
The full glass of warm water in his right hand slipped from his grasp.
"SPLASH—"
The entire glass of water spilled all over the duvet and sheets on his side of the bed.
Jiang He steadied himself and stood by the bed.
He stared at the soaked half of the bed, silent for a long time.
Under the covers, Shen Yu, who had been pretending to be asleep, pulled the blanket down a bit, feigned waking up, and asked, "What happened?"
Jiang He said, "Uh... I accidentally got the bed wet... It’s fine..."
Shen Yu: "..."
’Got the bed wet? Why does this plot sound so familiar?’
’Didn’t I do the exact same thing before, deliberately making up an excuse about a wet bed so I could sleep with him?’
’That guy, he’s definitely doing this on purpose! He got the bed wet himself because he obviously wants a repeat of that night!’
’Damn him! He usually seems so focused on his research, I can’t believe he’d resort to a trick like this!’
Jiang He’s mind raced, and in an instant, he realized what she must be thinking.
’I have to explain this.’
"It’s fine, it’s fine!" he said quickly. "Don’t worry, this bed is pretty big. I’ll just stay close to the edge. I definitely won’t touch the wet part. It’s fine, really, it’s fine."
To prove his innocence, Jiang He immediately lay down, hugging the very edge of the bed.
The room fell completely silent.
Neither of them said another word.
They remained in a standoff for a while.
As Jiang He lay there, his throat suddenly felt a little itchy.
He let out an extremely faint cough.
He swore it wasn’t some kind of self-pity trick, nor did he have any intention of scheming against her.
It was just a simple, physiological tickle in his throat that made him cough.
But to Shen Yu’s ears, that single cough took on a completely different meaning.
Shen Yu’s fingers unconsciously tightened on the corner of the blanket.
’He coughed!’
’Dr. Jiang was just discharged from the hospital this afternoon. His body was already severely drained and hadn’t fully recovered yet.’
’And now he’s sleeping so pitifully on the very edge of the bed, right next to a large patch of cold, damp sheets.’
’Is he going to catch a cold? What if he gets a chill? What if his immunity drops and he has a relapse?’
Shen Yu bit her lower lip.
’But... I’m not wearing a bra...’
’But... he’s so weak...’
After half a minute of an extremely intense internal debate, Shen Yu shifted over, making space on her side of the bed.
With her back to Jiang He, she said in a faint voice, "You... come over here."
Jiang He vaguely heard something but couldn’t make it out at all. He lifted his head slightly and asked, "Huh? What?"
Shen Yu took a deep breath, pulled the blanket up a little higher, and repeated through gritted teeth,
"I said... get over here!"