A delicate female falls into the interstellar beast world

Not wanting to trouble Asosius anymore, Xin Zijin moved back to the dormitory. She found the dormitory atmosphere very strange. There was only one bathroom in the dormitory, and Cyril always had to go to take a shower many times.

She also needed to wash up, and she was waiting for someone to finish using the bathroom.

Cyril seemed to know that she had been waiting outside. "Zijin, can you help me get the bath towel in the living room?"

Why was his bath towel in the living room?

Seeing that the girl did not respond, Cyril continued in the bathroom.

"Zijin, if you don't help me get it, do you want to see me naked? As my roommate, can't you help me with this little favor?"

"Ok."

As the prince of Saint-Atienne, it is indeed detrimental to his image to be naked.

Xin Zijin frowned, but still walked up to pick up his bath towel, walked to the door of his bathroom, and prepared to knock.

"The door is not locked, just bring it in. I'm behind the curtain, just put it in."

Although she was puzzled as to why Cyril never locked the door when taking a shower, Xin Zijin still did as he said and pushed the door open.

The bathtub was already overflowing with water. Behind the curtain, the man's upper body was completely naked, and a strong body could be vaguely seen.

"Just put the towel next to it. Thank you, Zijin."

Hearing the voice, Xin Zijin looked up and happened to see the looming shadow. She quickly looked away and walked over to put her clothes.

Then he ran to the living room without looking back and sat on the sofa.

Cyril seemed to have changed his clothes. He walked out of the bathroom and came straight to her.

The girl looked up and saw that Cyril was only wrapped in a simple bath towel. The towel was not long and covered the important parts, revealing his strong and muscular chest.

She quickly looked away, "Cyril, why don't you go back to the bedroom after you take a shower?"

"Well... I think it would be more comfortable in the living room, wouldn't it?"

Xin Zijin: “…”

Cyril glanced around and saw the clothes the girl was holding, which looked like she was going to wash them.

"You want to wash clothes?" She seemed to be only used to washing clothes by hand. "Give me the clothes and I will clean them for you."

Cyril said, reaching out to take the clothes from her hand.

The girl looked at him in surprise, "Ah? No need!"

Why didn't she realize before that he was even trying to do something like this?

Cyril asked with a smile,

"What? You don't trust me? Even though I've never washed with my hands before, trust me. I'm a quick learner and I promise I'll wash it clean for you!"

The girl's cheeks flushed as she reached out to grab it. "Of course not. I believe in your ability to learn. However, I'll make this dress myself."

"Cyril! What are you doing hanging around in the living room dressed so provocatively?" Migler rushed in from outside. After he left for a while, another male in the dormitory began to flirt with Zijin.

He saw Cyril standing in front of Xin Zijin and immediately pushed someone aside, blocking Xin Zijin's view, and asked aggressively,

"Cyril, you pervert!" Migelek angrily accused, "From now on, no one in this dormitory is allowed to wander around wrapped in just a towel."

How could he not know that Cyril had been aiming at Zijin all along, and now he was only wearing a bath towel, and the knot of the bath towel also had a hidden meaning.

It looks like he is being hit very tightly, but if he turns sideways or makes a larger arc, you might see something you shouldn't see. What a deliberate male!

Cyril shrugged innocently, "I just felt bad for Zijin having to do her own laundry, so I wanted to help her out."

Migole glanced at the clothes in Xin Zijin's arms and snatched them away.

"I'll wash Zijin's clothes, you don't need to worry about it. Also..."

Migole looked at Cyril and accused him again, "If you ever stand naked in front of Zijin like this again, I will never forgive you."

Cyril spread his hands and said, "Okay, in that case, I'll go to bed. I still have training tomorrow. Zijin, you should get some rest early too."

Migler snorted coldly, turned around and asked Xin Zijin with concern, "Zijin, let me help you wash!"

But these clothes were all underwear. How could she let Migler wash them? The girl blushed and shook her head, "It's okay, I can do it myself."

"No!" Migler sternly refused. "Go back and have a good rest. Leave it to me. Zijin, are you going to refuse even this?"

Seeing Migler's determined yet aggrieved look, she was afraid that if she refused again, he would think too much, so she had to compromise.

"Well, that's fine."

Migler immediately went to the bathroom sink with a smile on his face and his clothes in his arms.

Xin Zijin just felt it was too much to bear to watch.

Cyril raised an eyebrow, "You and Migler have a really good relationship."

Xin Zijin then noticed Cyril, who was wearing a bathrobe not far away. "Cyril, you haven't gone back to bed yet?"

"I am not sleepy."

Xin Zijin: “…”

She ignored him and went back to her room. She didn't want to see the male orc's habit of showing his abdominal muscles in the living room. The most important thing was that Migole would make a fuss if he saw it.

Here, Miguel took Xin Zijin's clothes and slowly took out those small pieces of cloth. His face turned red instantly. He felt his blood rushing up and his whole body was hot.

No wonder Zijin always refused to let him touch it, it turns out this is what she was washing.

But this was the first time he had done something like washing small clothes, especially the underwear of his beloved little female. He couldn't help but feel nervous and at a loss.

The most important thing is that his sense of smell has always been sensitive, especially when the rich body fragrance in the clothes filled his nose, Migler only felt dizzy.

But...this size, Migler took a deep breath, closed his eyes, tried to calm his emotions, then opened his eyes, carefully applied the soap cream, and rubbed it carefully.

Suddenly, the image of a girl wearing a skirt and with white and delicate legs appeared in his mind, and Migole's mouth suddenly became dry and his throat became hot.

He took a deep breath, unable to bear it any longer, and quickly took off his clothes and rushed into the bathroom behind the curtain. He turned on the cold water, and the icy cold water hit his body directly without stopping.

He now felt that his mind was in a mess and he couldn't control the various thoughts in his mind at all.

After an unknown amount of time, Xin Zijin heard a knock on the door.

She opened the door a crack and saw Migler standing before her. Perhaps from a cold shower, he was still damp, his silver-white hair dripping with water, and his face was covered in glistening beads of sweat. He was incredibly handsome.

The most important thing is that he was shirtless, with lean and explosive muscles clearly defined. Even with a bath towel wrapped around his waist, he still couldn't hide his temptation.

My goodness, I just said that no one can walk around in just a bath towel from now on.

Now, he came out wrapped in a bath towel.

"Miguel, are you done washing?" Xin Zijin asked the silver-haired man in front of her.

"I'm done." Migler's face was abnormally red, and his body temperature was frighteningly high.

His voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were filled with pleading, "Zijin, I want to sleep with you tonight..."