Chapter 412 - Sorry, Nainai (1)

Zhuang Nainai hid in the closet and was able to make out Si Zhengting's back through the slight crack between the closet doors.

He took off his shirt, his well-defined back muscles now on display. Then, he loosened his belt and walked forward, taking off his pants. He casually tossed his clothes into the laundry basket placed at the side.

Si Zhengting had a great physique. He looked slim with his clothes on but looked well built when he took them off. As she studied his back with well-defined, masculine creases in the skin, she could tell that he worked out frequently.

He was now only wearing a pair of boxers. Then, he turned around and walked toward the closet. He ended up standing right in front of the closet that Zhuang Nainai was hiding in.

Zhuang Nainai retreated deeper into the closet. All she could see at the moment was his member at the moment. Although it was covered up by his clothing, it somehow had an imposing and majestic manner. Suddenly, Zhuang Nainai's cheeks and ears flushed red. Even her body started to turn pink.

She immediately averted her gaze. She felt her heartbeat speeding up, and even her breathing became more nervous and careful.

Then she got more anxious. Damn it, what was this fellow doing, staring at the closet? Did he have some kind of strange inclination for cross-dressing?!

As she internally grumbled at his actions, he seemed to have thought of something. He furrowed his brows, then finally sighed and walked to the side. He retrieved his sleeping robe and put it on, then turned and left for the bathroom.

He was going to take a bath, right?

Zhuang Nainai heaved a sigh of relief. She planned to escape from the closet once he took a bath. The sound of the water would be able to muffle the sound of her leaving the room.

Si Zhengting's eyes were narrowed. He thought of how she didn't have any change of clothes in the guest room, yet she made no move to retrieve some from the master bedroom. He felt himself growing a little bitter at the thought.

Did she… hate him so much? So much so that she didn't want to lay eyes on him?

He wanted to bring her some clothes, but he had already taken off his own clothes. Then, he decided to take a bath first before going over. If… Nainai asked him to spend the night with her, then he wouldn't have to return to take a bath first, would he?

As he contemplated this, he felt heat coursing through his heart and body.

But as he turned around and headed for the bathroom, he halted in his footsteps. He saw a bath towel draped on the couch.

A hint of pleasant surprise flashed in his eyes. Even his mood grew lighter. It was as though he had been walking in a desert and had come across an oasis in the midst of his hopelessness.

She had visited the master bedroom? Or perhaps… she hadn't left yet?

The corners of Si Zhengting's eyes crinkled and the corners of his lips curled up in amusement. A hint of not-easily-detectable slyness flashed in his eyes.

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Zhuang Nainai lay in the closet and heard the bathroom door close. Then, there was the sound of splashing water. She suddenly stuck two fingers up in the victory sign, silently rejoicing.

Then, she carefully pushed the door open.

It was stuffy inside the closet, and the sheer number of clothes inside only added to the stuffiness. It was miraculous how she had managed to hide inside. There was absolutely no space for her to attempt to put clothes on in the closet, so she began to crawl out of the closet naked.

She poked her head out and glanced toward the bathroom. It was hot and steamy inside. Warm yellow light flooded the room, and she could make out the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. It seemed as though Si Zhengting had just started to fill up the tub. He usually took about five minutes to take a bath. Thus, she decided to make a move. She tiptoed out of the closet, then turned around, intending to put on some clothes.

She was rummaging through the closet, intending to look for suitable clothes to wear to work tomorrow when she suddenly felt her back growing warmer. A warm body was pressing against her back.