Chapter 162: Whispers in the Night

“Wearing just that coat, you still look great.” He said.

Lily blushed: “You don’t need to comment on that right now!”

Lin Zheng Ran brushed past Lily and headed into the bathroom.

He closed the door.

Lily shivered again, suddenly feeling a wave of relief.

But she didn’t hear Lin Zheng Ran lock the door…

Out of kindness, she called out: “Zheng Ran, you forgot to lock the door.”

“No need. Would you really peek? Since you won’t, I don’t have to lock it.” He replied with perfect logic.

Lily blinked, thinking it made some sense.

But

She waited a moment, then slowly turned the knob and poked her head in.

Lin Zheng Ran, about to start his shower, heard the door and turned to meet her gaze. They stared at each other before he stepped over and tapped her head with his knuckles: “Are you some kind of perv? Actually peeking?”

Lily yelped, suddenly realizing what she’d done.

“I didn’t think you’d really leave it unlocked—I thought I just missed the sound!”

Lin Zheng Ran sighed: “Get on the bed!”

Lily was mortified: “Okay, okay!”

Lin Zheng Ran shook his head at this clueless girl—she was truly something else.

He locked the door.

Sitting on the bed, Lily wondered if Zheng Ran misunderstood her.

She was just curious if he’d locked it, that was all.

As her thoughts wandered, she heard the water running in the bathroom: “He’s starting to wash already?”

Sitting on the bed, she glanced down at her pale legs.

Standing up, nothing showed, but the coat was just a coat—sitting down, everything was exposed.

She quickly grabbed the coat tied at her waist and pressed her legs together, tilting them inward.

“This won’t do… everything would be visible.”

Water started dripping from her hair.

Normally, Lily would wrap her hair in a towel to soak up the water after a shower, but that wasn’t an option today.

She found the hair dryer, plugged it in, and started blowing her hair, though it didn’t work well.

“Hair this soaked is tough to dry, but at least it’s shorter than before.”

“Lily.” Lin Zheng Ran suddenly called out sternly.

She nearly dropped the hair dryer in fright: “What?!”

In the bathroom, Lin Zheng Ran stared at the soaked towel in his hands: “What did you do to this towel? Why is it completely wet?”

Lily explained: “It’s normal for it to be wet—I used it once, after all. If you’re going to use it, I figured I’d rinse it first, so I gave it a quick wash.”

Lin Zheng Ran was speechless: “At least wring it out, okay?”

“Didn’t I wring it out?”

Lin Zheng Ran looked at the towel—it wasn’t dripping, but squeezing it released a stream of water.

A vein pulsed on his forehead; this girl was asking for it.

“Are you sure? I could probably squeeze half a basin of water out of this—believe me?”

“I really wrung it as hard as I could— that’s all the strength I have.”

Hearing no reply, Lily knew she’d caused trouble tonight and offered a solution: “If the wet towel bothers you, my clothes are still in there—the shirt’s only half wet. Use the dry part to wipe off, it’s fine since I can’t wear it tomorrow anyway.”

Lin Zheng Ran called back from inside: “No thanks, I’ll just wring it out and use it.”

Lily winced, feeling like she’d get a scolding when he came out.

She kept blowing her hair.

In just two minutes, Lin Zheng Ran finished his shower and stepped out.

Lily turned in surprise: “That was fast! Has it even been five minutes?”

Lin Zheng Ran answered: “Ten minutes maybe, but I got everything clean.”

Lily eyed him after his shower—he was wearing pants.

But his upper body looked even more alluring.

His solid abs and chest muscles glistened with a faint mist, drawing the eye.

She looked away quickly and went back to blowing her hair, not daring to stare.

“I always heard guys shower fast, but I didn’t think it’d be this quick.” She muttered to herself.

Sure enough, Lin Zheng Ran walked over and gave her a light tap on the head.

Lily winced in pain—it was what she expected from earlier.

“How much longer for your hair?” He asked.

Lily held the buzzing dryer: “This thing’s not very powerful, probably another half hour since my hair’s so wet.”

“Half an hour? I could dry my hair in that time—let me do it. I’ll dry mine first, then help you.”

“You want to blow-dry my hair?”

Lily glanced at him, her eyes drawn to his muscles before she shyly turned away and handed him the dryer: “Go ahead, you first.”

Lin Zheng Ran took it: “I’ll get it dry faster than you. Go sit on the bed and wait.”

“Or maybe I’ll just get under the covers.”

“Whatever.”

Remembering how exposed she felt sitting, she slipped straight into bed and hid under the blankets, touching her still-damp hair.

After blowing for a while, it didn’t seem to help much.

Lin Zheng Ran stood by the bed, lifting his arm to dry his short hair with quick, efficient moves.

Lily watched his profile and build curiously—those tempting muscles made her swallow hard.

Though they roughhoused all the time,

looking closely, Zheng Ran was undeniably handsome with a great physique.

What girl wouldn’t like a guy like that?

In a few minutes, Lin Zheng Ran finished and climbed back onto the bed, noticing Lily staring out the window on purpose.

“What are you doing?”

Lily played it off: “Nothing, just checking the view outside. It’s pretty dark tonight.”

Lin Zheng Ran ignored that: “Draw the curtains.”

“Oh.”

Lily bit her lip, half sat up to pull the curtains closed, and turned to see Lin Zheng Ran sliding into the covers right next to her.

It startled her.

They were sharing the same bed.

“Zheng Ran! Why are you so close?”

“Can you not be so jumpy? How else can I dry your hair? And because you’re here, I have to sleep in pants.”

Lily knew he was right, but…

She was completely exposed.

Lin Zheng Ran gestured: “Come here, I’ll dry your hair.”

“Uh-huh…”

Lily swallowed hard, her ears turning red as she faced him with her head down.

Lin Zheng Ran turned on the dryer, gently holding her soft strands.

Lily clenched her hands, her little fangs biting her lip as she felt his fingers in her hair and the warm air from the dryer.

Lin Zheng Ran noticed her tension: “You’re really nervous?”

His words made her hand tremble; she thought, “How could I not be, alone like this?”

“I’m… I’m fine, not too nervous.”

Lin Zheng Ran smirked: “With how you are now, you were thinking about all sorts of things earlier? If we did anything, I’d worry you’d cry from fright.”

Lily looked up, embarrassed: “I’m not that timid! I just…”

Seeing him holding her hair, her mind wandered to guys pulling ponytails.

Her face flushed as she looked down, admitting to herself:

“I’m just shy—any girl would be in this situation. Stop teasing me, you big idiot. You’ve been bullying me since we were kids.”