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I was so shocked that I immediately covered my mouth, causing my screams to become choked in my throat.

I couldn't stand the sight of it any longer and had to leave the bathroom.

I walked all the way to the sofa, my legs heavy as lead.

I even suspect if Zhou Mingfan is a pervert.

However, after thinking about it, I quickly rejected my idea.

I think everyone has a physical need, and he's just out of jail, so it's understandable that he has that kind of depression.

I quickly shook my head, trying to get rid of the scene from my mind.

After cleaning up the dishes and sitting on the sofa, the bathroom door was locked with a "kacha" sound.

Zhou Mingfan walked out from inside, using a towel to wipe his dripping hair.

I didn't look back. I stiffened my neck and pretended to be calm as I watched the TV.

Suddenly, I felt my body sink, and my heart rose to my throat.

"Huh?"

I subconsciously cried out in alarm, shifting my doubtful gaze onto Zhou Mingfan's body, who was cowering in fear.

The instant I tilted my head, I could clearly see Zhou Mingfan's gaze moving from my naked legs to my eyes.

"Meng Yao, what's wrong?"

Zhou Mingfan grinned, revealing a row of yellow teeth as he asked me.

"No …." "Nothing."

I subconsciously stroke my hair before awkwardly moving to the other side of the sofa.

I thought, If he dares, I'll take the knife on the coffee table and defend myself.

But Zhou Mingfan only said "oh" and then he stood up and said: "Meng Yao, I'm going to rest first. You should also go rest early."

I only nodded my head, my eyes had long since lost focus.

It wasn't until the sound of the bedroom door closing that I let my guard down.

After sitting on the couch for a long time, I went to the bedroom and took my pajamas and went to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, my personal clothes were once again placed in a small basin, as if they had never been moved.

But if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have doubted it.

After hurriedly taking a shower and changing into clean personal clothes, he threw the clothes that Zhou Mingfan had touched into the trash can.

Finally, he left the garbage bag by the door.

That night, no matter how much I tossed and turned, I couldn't fall asleep. I sent a message to Zhou Haonan, but there was no reply.

In the second half of the night, between dawn and dawn, I felt a deep depression in the bed beside me, and a pair of hands at my waist.

I turned around and rubbed my head against the familiar embrace. "You're finally back, Haonan," I sobbed.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Haonan pulled me into his embrace and asked gently.

"Brother Fan, is he going to stay here forever?"

As I asked, all the fear and dread in my heart faded away in Zhou Haonan's arms.

"Of course. He has been in prison for so long, and has no income. If he doesn't live here, where else can he go?"

Zhou Haonan said in a sonorous tone, and I could even hear a hint of happiness in his voice.

I lowered my eyes to think, perhaps Zhou Mingfan just lost his composure for a moment, and because I loved Zhou Haonan, I didn't want to make things difficult for him, so I could only compromise and bury the matter of Zhou Mingfan taking my personal clothes deep within my heart.

"Alright then." As I replied, I hugged Zhou Haonan even more tightly.

But I never would have thought that my temporary compromise would only result in Zhou Mingfan's improvement.