Why didn't you tell me earlier that my little sister is still waiting for me?

Xu Hongdou crossed her arms, looking at the two people in front of her who made her both angry and helpless. She was trying to figure out how to start the conversation when Chen Nanxing suddenly raised his hand cautiously, glanced at Xu Hongdou quickly, and then immediately lowered his eyes.

"Speak!" Xu Hongdou squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.

Chen Nanxing's voice was barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz: "Um... Hongdou, I... could I ask if Lin Bufan could put his clothes on first? He... he's like this, I really can't concentrate on thinking about the problem..."

Xu Hongdou was so taken aback by Chen Nanxing's sudden "application" that she almost choked on her breath. She glared at Chen Nanxing, her eyes full of disappointment. Then she looked at Lin Bufan, who was only wearing a corner of a blanket around his waist, and suddenly she understood Chen Nanxing a little. It was indeed difficult for him to concentrate.

Upon hearing Chen Nanxing's accusation, Lin Bufan immediately decided to lend a hand: "Report, um... I'll second Nanxing's application. This isn't just a problem for Nanxing; it's even more of a problem for me. You know, young men have a lot of energy, and the two of you like this... I... really can't handle it." As he spoke, Lin Bufan gestured wildly to indicate that it wasn't his problem, but rather that the two were dressed too provocatively.

Xu Hongdou: “…”

Looking at the two unreliable individuals before her, a deep sense of powerlessness washed over her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, she had given up on maintaining her "interrogation" stance. She waved her hand, her voice weary: "Put them on! Put them on, both of you!"

At the command, the two who had just been "too ashamed to show their faces" and "asking to leave" suddenly became surprisingly quick, immediately crawling out of the covers and looking for their clothes, showing no sign of embarrassment whatsoever.

The room erupted into chaos. The three people's clothes, scattered everywhere during the previous "moving," "defending their dignity," and "stealth escape"—at the foot of the bed, on the carpet, beside the chairs, and even hanging on the lampshade.

After putting on his sexy Crayon Shin-chan boxer shorts, Lin Bufan used both hands and feet to hook a pair of pajama pants from under the bed. He picked them up and saw they were made of light purple silk, clearly women's style. He blinked and turned to Chen Nanxing, who was already wearing the pajama pants: "Nanxing, are these your pajama pants?"

Chen Nanxing looked down to check his light gray pajama bottoms and shook his head: "No, I've already found mine."

There were only three people in the room. Chen Nanxing was wearing his pajama bottoms, while Lin Bufan was holding a pair of women's pajama bottoms that clearly didn't belong to him. So...

Lin Bufan's gaze slowly shifted to Xu Hongdou, who was standing at the foot of the bed. Xu Hongdou had already put on her pajama bottoms and was currently crossing her arms, her face alternating between red and white.

Lin Bufan held up the light purple silk pajama bottoms, his tone innocent and tentative: "Dou'er, the pajama bottoms you're wearing... look like mine? Can... you give them back to me?"

Xu Hongdou's face flushed bright red instantly, then quickly turned dark. Who knew whose clothes she'd worn in the dark before!

Feeling Xu Hongdou's almost tangible "death stare," Lin Bufan wisely changed his tune immediately, quickly pulling the light purple pajama pants onto his legs: "No need, no need! These are fine for me! They're breathable and cool!"

"Don't wear that!" Seeing Lin Bufan's action, Xu Hongdou practically gritted her teeth as she squeezed out those three words: "Don't you have any other pants? Go put on yours first!"

Lin Bufan was about to retort, "Where would I get any pants?" when Xu Hongdou glared at him with a sharp look. The murderous intent in her eyes made him wisely shut his mouth. He turned around sheepishly and began to grope on the carpet and by the chair for the dark casual pants he had worn when he arrived.

The room was filled with rustling noises and chaos once again.

After putting on her pajama bottoms, Chen Nanxing began looking for her underwear, but the more she searched, the more her brows furrowed: "Bufan, where...where did you put my underwear?"

Lin Bufan, who was struggling with his trouser leg while standing on one leg, didn't even look up when he heard this. He casually replied, "I remember just tossing it around. It should be nearby. Check under the bed? Or maybe it's smothered by the blanket?"

"I've looked everywhere, but I can't find it!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Bufan pulled up his pants and began searching as well. Then, as his gaze swept over Xu Hongdou, he suddenly noticed something amiss: "Nanxing, don't you think... Hongdou seems... a little smaller today?"

Chen Nanxing was craning her neck to look under the bed when she heard this. She was taken aback at first, then realized what Lin Bufan was referring to, and couldn't help but lower her voice and scold, "What time is it! Can't you focus on something normal!"

"No, what I mean is..." Lin Bufan lowered his voice even further, "Do you think it's possible... that Hongdou wore your underwear?"

The room was so small, how could Xu Hongdou not hear Lin Bufan's low but still clear "reasoning"? She was stunned at first, then suddenly realized—no wonder the back clasp felt awkward when she was putting on her bra in the dark, and it took her several tries to fasten it! She was in a hurry and panic at the time and didn't think about it carefully, but now that Lin Bufan had pointed it out, she understood everything!

Chen Nanxing's train of thought took an unusual turn. Forgetting all about finding her underwear, she abruptly turned and glared at Lin Bufan, her voice rising slightly with embarrassment and anger: "What do you mean? Lin Bufan! You think I'm not as big as Hongdou, right?"

Lin Bufan was secretly pleased with his "keen observation" when he was surprised that Chen Nanxing would interpret it that way. He quickly waved his hand and said, "That's not what I meant! I just meant that Hongdou might have worn the wrong clothes!"

"That's not what you meant!" Chen Nanxing persisted. "If you wanted to say she wore the wrong clothes, why didn't you just say so? Why did you have to say she looked smaller? Aren't you just implying that I'm smaller than Hongdou?"

Lin Bufan tried to explain, "But it's true, Hongdou looks smaller than usual now..."

"You still dare to say that! You just look down on me!"

"I do not have……"

Watching the two flirting, Xu Hongdou felt a throbbing pain in her temples, and a surge of anger welled up inside her. She couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly raised her voice, shouting, "You two! Shut up!"

The sound exploded in the room, instantly silencing the two arguing people, who both turned to look at her.

Xu Hongdou's chest heaved as she pointed to the clothes scattered on the floor, her tone quick and urgent, carrying an unquestionable command: "Stop talking nonsense! Now! Immediately! Put your clothes on! Then we can talk about anything else! Do you understand?!"

Lin Bufan and Chen Nanxing were stunned by her sudden outburst. They nodded subconsciously and continued to frantically search through the pile of clothes.

As Lin Bufan searched, he secretly glanced at Xu Hongdou. He hesitated for a moment, then cautiously raised his right hand.

Xu Hongdou pretended not to see it.

Lin Bufan raised his hand even higher and waved it in front of Xu Hongdou.

Xu Hongdou took a deep breath and said irritably, "What's wrong with you now? Lin Bufan, can't you just put your clothes on quietly? Why are you the one making a fuss?"

Lin Bufan shrank back under her glare, but still held something up in his hand. It was a light blue lace bra. His tone was innocent and pleading: "Um... Dou'er, I found this. Should I let Nanxing make do with this first, or... could you two switch?"

Xu Hongdou's gaze fell on the familiar underwear—it was her own! The blush that had just faded from her face instantly burned back up. Forgetting all about her image and demeanor, she rushed forward to snatch it, shouting, "Give it to me!"

She moved too hastily and her foot happened to step on the edge of the carpet that had just been sprinkled with water. Her slipper slipped, and she cried out in surprise, lost her balance, and fell straight towards Lin Bufan!

Lin Bufan hadn't expected her to suddenly pounce on him. He instinctively tried to catch her, but the two of them ended up falling onto the soft bed together. Xu Hongdou landed squarely on top of Lin Bufan, their faces pressed together, noses almost touching, their breaths audible.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Xu Hongdou could clearly see Lin Bufan's eyelashes so close to hers, and feel the warmth and strong heartbeat from his chest. Lin Bufan was also stunned, looking at Xu Hongdou's wide eyes, which were filled with shock and embarrassment, and saw his own reflection in them.

Xu Hongdou was the first to react, and hurriedly tried to sit up.

However, how could Lin Bufan possibly waste such a good opportunity? He immediately flipped over and pinned Xu Hongdou beneath him!

Seeing the burning desire in Lin Bufan's eyes, Xu Hongdou immediately panicked: "What are you doing? Get up right now! Nanxing is still watching!"

Seeing that Xu Hongdou was hesitant because of him, Chen Nanxing immediately decided to return the favor: "Um... if you mind, I can hide under the covers!"

Xu Hongdou: “…”

The next morning, the town awoke in a light mist and cooking smoke.

In the hotel's small restaurant, the atmosphere around a few tables pushed together was completely out of place with the tranquil morning light outside the window.

Xu Hongdou held a bowl of white porridge, sipping it slowly. Her face was expressionless, but a closer look revealed that her lips were pursed tightly, her eyelids were slightly lowered, and she exuded a low-pressure aura that said, "Strangers stay away, and even acquaintances better not mess with me." The sunlight shone perfectly on her profile, making her skin appear fair and translucent, but it also accentuated that coldness.

Lin Bufan sat diagonally opposite Xu Hongdou, a plate of steamed buns and a bowl of soy milk in front of him. He picked up his chopsticks, took a few beats slower than usual, and glanced at Xu Hongdou every now and then with extreme caution. Whenever Xu Hongdou made the slightest movement, such as putting down her spoon or raising her hand to tuck a stray hair behind her ear, Lin Bufan's hand holding the bun would subtly pause until he was sure it was "safe" before continuing to put the bun in his mouth, chewing with exceptional "elegance," making almost no sound.

Chen Nanxing sat next to Lin Bufan, directly opposite Xu Hongdou, with a bowl of rice noodles in front of her. She ate with relish, slurping it down, but her eyes darted around, glancing between the frosty-faced Xu Hongdou and the cautious, barely daring Lin Bufan. Her lips couldn't help but curve upwards, as if she were suppressing a laugh and enjoying the spectacle. But when her eyes met Xu Hongdou's occasionally, she would immediately suppress her smile, pretending to focus on eating her rice noodles, though her shoulders would subtly twitch a couple of times.

Nana, Damai, and Hu Youyu were also sitting at the table, each eating their breakfast. The three of them exchanged glances several times, their faces filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Nana gestured to Damai with her eyes: What's going on? Everything was fine yesterday.

Da Mai shook his head slightly and shrugged gently, indicating that he didn't know either. Then he secretly glanced at Xu Hongdou's cold profile before quickly lowering his head and sipping his milk.

Hu Youyu was even more baffled. After being "enlightened" by Lin Bufan yesterday, he had played the game "Shake It" all night with great enthusiasm, only going to sleep close to dawn, completely unaware of anything unusual. Now, looking at this strange atmosphere, his heart pounded: This shouldn't have anything to do with him, right? Would Teacher Lin be angry with him because of this? It shouldn't be, right?

The more he thought about it, the more guilty he felt. He secretly glanced at Lin Bufan, hoping to get some hints from Teacher Lin. But Lin Bufan seemed to be completely focused on how to finish his breakfast "safely" and didn't receive his signals at all.

The only sounds on the table were the soft clinking of bowls and chopsticks and the rustling of chewing; the silence was almost suffocating.

Hu Youyu finally couldn't hold back any longer. As someone who had "benefited" from Teacher Lin's guidance last night, he felt obligated to liven up the atmosphere. He cleared his throat, put on a smile, and tried to find a safe topic: "Um... how did everyone sleep last night? This hotel is a bit old, but the mattresses are quite comfortable, huh?"

No one answered.

Xu Hongdou paused in her porridge-drinking motion, recalling last night, which was indeed quite comfortable, of course, referring to the mattress.

Lin Bufan glanced at Xu Hongdou and found her glaring at him, so he quickly looked away!

Seeing this, Chen Nanxing almost burst out laughing, but quickly covered it up with a cough. Then she nodded seriously, "Yeah, it's quite comfortable. I don't feel anything. It's dawn now." After saying that, she gave Xu Hongdou a meaningful glance.

What followed was, of course, Xu Hongdou's angry glare!

Hu Youyu had made a fool of himself and was even more embarrassed, so he could only bury his head and eat the rice noodles in front of him.

Damai looked at this and then at that, and finally couldn't help but whisper to Nana next to her, "Nana, is Hongdou... feeling unwell? Why does she look so pale?"

Although her voice was soft, it still reached everyone's ears clearly in the quiet dining room.

Xu Hongdou put down her spoon, picked up a tissue and wiped her mouth. Her movements were still elegant, but her tone was flat and without any ripples: "I'm fine, I don't feel uncomfortable."

Lin Bufan immediately echoed, his voice carrying a deliberately cheerful tone: "Yes, it's great. I slept exceptionally well last night." As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a cold gaze sweep over him and quickly lowered his head to drink his soy milk.

The breakfast drew to a difficult close in this strange, awkward, and turbulent atmosphere.