Chapter 195 - 196 Dinner
These trinkets and gifts she had painstakingly whittled down to about forty pounds, which she could lift by changing hands, were now a source of teasing by Shen Yiguang. Her face flushed—she had been rather frail before, but after several months of recuperation, she felt somewhat better. The minor ailments like colds and dizziness had not troubled her much, but was physical strength really directly proportional to frailty?
Yang PeiMin had intended to have Shen Yiguang take her to the train station just as he had when she arrived and then have Yang Peijun pick her up from the Q city train station. Apart from not having to lug heavy items, her primary concern was safety. In her past life, she had always been a person lacking in security, having once experienced being stalked. Fortunately, she was alert enough back then to quickly walk into a crowd and stop to call a friend for help. The stalker lingered nearby as if nothing was amiss until her friend arrived to pick her up. Ever since that incident, she became even more vigilant, often overthinking when venturing out alone.
At that time, a roommate teased her that it was probably time for her to get a boyfriend. To which she replied: "Choosing a scumbag for lack of better judgement is like throwing oneself into the tiger’s den—it’s even scarier than being followed."
Although Shen Yiguang agreed with her plans, he began unpacking her suitcase to see if there were unnecessary items she could leave behind, given that she would still visit again.
Yang PeiMin raised an eyebrow at his behavior and glared at him, "Are you taking advantage of this opportunity to snoop on my privacy?" She put down the vegetables she was preparing and pounced over, "Don’t mess up my things, or I’ll have to repack them later."
But Shen Yiguang was quick, and with one hand, he had already pulled out a bra that she had stuffed in a compartment in a cloth bag. She had bought this new item today at the Overseas Chinese Store with Qiao Ying, planning to wash it back in her hometown before wearing it. Considering she had a train to catch tomorrow, washing it today wouldn’t be wise. How did he just pick that out? Of all the things he could have grabbed, why that?
Shen Yiguang’s gaze rested on the pale yellow, triangle-back vest-style underwear in his hand. It wasn’t hard to guess its purpose... His eyes flickered, and his mind spontaneously conjured up images... Then there was Yang PeiMin’s face—thinking of this made his body suddenly feel hot, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and as he turned to look at Yang PeiMin, he tried to maintain his composure. His voice, however, betrayed a raspy curiosity, "What’s this?"
In the modern world, this was a very common daily essential for women.