Chapter 602 - 165. Picked up a golden bomb pig_3
Pointing towards the bathroom, he reminded her,
"The bathroom is over there, there are three bars of soap on the shelf, use the one on the far right."
"...Such a hassle."
Singing a tune, Spencer explored like she was unlocking a new map, peeking into each new room to look around before entering.
Only after confirming there was no danger would she step in fully.
Yan Huan shook his head and turned to open the suitcase.
Inside, all the clothes were squeezed together like spoiled pickles.
The dummy had no sense of organizing; Yan Huan could have guessed as much.
A golden bomb-like pig plush toy pitifully tilted its head, squeezed into a corner, prompting Yan Huan to reach out to save it.
As he pulled, a tangled white thong came out with it, swaying slightly in front of Yan Huan.
"Meow?"
Seeing this, Miao sitting on his shoulder tilted its head and then turned to look at Yan Huan.
"..."
Yan Huan swallowed, averting his gaze.
He then gingerly pinched the corner of the chilly piece of fabric and tossed it back into the suitcase.
Golden bomb pig rescue mission: success!
...
"This is dinner, just make do with it, it rained today so I didn’t buy groceries, let’s just eat these noodles for now."
"Umm... I need a fork, ao, I can’t use these chopsticks."
"..."
Helplessly, Yan Huan went to the kitchen to find her a fork and watched her twirl the noodles around the fork like spaghetti before stuffing them in her mouth.
Yan Huan picked up his chopsticks, had just taken a bite, when he heard Spencer, who had chewed a mouthful of noodles, say,
"This tastes terrible, ao, I want a hamburger."
"..."
Yan Huan’s expression darkened as he looked up at Spencer who had the audacity to say such a thing.
...
"Hey, black cat, why do you keep looking at me, ao?"
"Meow?"
"You wanna pick a fight?"
"Meow?!"
Spencer was sprawled on the couch, staring menacingly at the gracefully seated Miao, waving her fists impressively.
Miao tilted its head, holding the intention of ignoring the fool, it shook its tail and turned to leave to find Yan Huan.
"Heave-ho!"
Just as it turned, it was grabbed by Spencer and pulled into an embrace, getting vigorously rubbed.
"What a chubby cat, ao!"
"Meow?!!"
Miao, while cradled and lovingly rubbed by the grinning Spencer, hastily looked at Yan Huan with a pleading, pitiful expression.
But over there, Yan Huan who was washing dishes couldn’t help at all.
He just took off his apron, flicked the water droplets from his hands, and glanced at the time.
...
"...It’s almost 10 o’clock, could it be that Golden Lion Group really plans to have her stay over at my place?"
Yan Huan did some homework, and along the way, he sent an email to the nurse and dealt with some student council matters.
Glancing at the time nearing 22:00, he turned his head to look at Spencer sniffing the scent on her clothes on the couch.
Her clothes had gotten wet earlier today, and even though they were dry now, they still smelled a bit.
"...Do you want to take a shower and change your clothes?"
Seeing this, Yan Huan asked.
"!!"
Startled, Spencer looked at Yan Huan with a faint blush and then turned her head, shaking it and saying,
"Not taking a shower, ao!"
"...You got soaked without an umbrella today; it’d be better to take a shower."
"Changing... just changing clothes is enough, isn’t it!?"
"As if your clothes didn’t get wet!"
"Hmph!"
Yan Huan was about to continue but seeing her turn away with red-tipped ears, he suddenly realized that the dummy was shy.
Blinking, he said with resignation,
"You go shower, I’ll go into the bedroom and close the door. Call me when you’re done; I won’t come out if you don’t."
"..."
Hearing that, Spencer finally turned her head slightly, peering out from under her golden locks the azure blue of her eyes vaguely visible.
"Deal?"
"...Yeah."
After hesitating for a moment, she finally nodded almost imperceptibly.
Yan Huan also let out a sigh of relief, stood up, and said,
"Let’s go, I’ll show you how."
...
Spencer pouted, stood up, and followed Yan Huan, watching him stand inside and demonstrate,
"Got you a new towel; there are no bath towels left, so make do with this."
...
"This is a heat lamp; turn on the hot water this way, and then... put dirty clothes in the laundry basket, they will be washed later, there’s none of my clothes inside..."
Yan Huan stood in front explaining this and that, afraid that she was too dumb to know what to do, demonstrating each step himself.
But in fact, as soon as he finished speaking, Spencer already withdrew her gaze, knowing what to do.
So, for the remaining time, she quietly raised her eyes, focusing on the young man in front who kept talking.
...
...
"Szzz... dripple..."
In the bedroom, even with the door closed, the sound of Spencer taking a shower in the bathroom could still be heard clearly.
Living alone in the past, he never felt this way; only now with another person did he suddenly find the sound insulation between rooms to be terribly bad.
The faint sound of water that came through was actually very light, but somehow, it managed to drown out the heavy rain outside the window.
He sat on the edge of the bed and glanced at the golden bomb pig plushie placed next to him.
...
Looking at the plushie with its naughty smile, he lifted his finger and poked the toy pig.
It seemed to have triggered some button, causing the pig to emit the "grunt grunt" sound from the game.
"Click~"
At that moment, the bedroom door opened just in time to reveal Spencer dressed in a loose white shirt.
Yan Huan awkwardly withdrew his hand, turned his head just about to explain, but she excitedly said,
"Yan Huan, look, the plush toy can even make sounds, isn’t that amazing?!"
...
Yan Huan raised his eyebrows and looked at her wet hair, asking,
"Hey, why didn’t you dry your hair?"
"Oh, there’s no drying machine here like the one at my place, the kind that... you slip your hair into the hood, and it dries in no time."
"... There’s a hairdryer over there, use that."
"I don’t know how to use it, never mind."
"How can you sleep without drying?!"
Yan Huan’s expression darkened, he stood up and pulled her out of the bedroom.
Having her sit down on the chair, Yan Huan fetched the hairdryer and plugged it in.
"Buzz buzz buzz!!"
The hot air hit her still damp hair, seeping through her thick, soft golden strands, causing the water to evaporate along with the heat, leading her to feel the chill.
Because of the cold, she scrunched up her face.
But the next second, as Yan Huan’s fingers weaved through her hair like spinning thread, the tickling sensation, almost like a massage, made her comfortably squint her eyes.
"Yan Huan..."
"Hmm?"
"It’s so bright..."
"What’s so bright?"
"The light..."
Yan Huan was slightly startled, stopping the movement in his hands.
At this moment, Spencer, feeling very comfortable, turned her head around.
Her sky-blue eyes looked at Yan Huan, seemingly coquettish.
Looking into her sky-blue eyes, Yan Huan then realized that they were not like the black eyes of East Continent people like himself.
She was very sensitive to light.
Typical lighting that seemed just right to Yan Huan was actually too bright for her.
"Okay, I’ll dim the light a bit."
"Mhm..."
She rubbed her eyes, turned her head, and waited for Yan Huan to turn off the light and come back.
Just as she was about to continue drying her hair, her body slowly leaned back, and the back of her head rested against Yan Huan’s abdomen.
The muscles in that area involuntarily tensed up, sensing the contour of her head.
"Mmm..."
She leaned against Yan Huan, squinting her eyes and tilting her head back.
Yan Huan, holding the hairdryer, stiffened his movement, and looked down at her face in the opposite direction, asking in a muted voice,
"What’s up?"
"I’m sleepy, Yan Huan..."
"Go to sleep after your hair is dried."
...
Spencer vaguely nodded her head, then suddenly straightened up and turned around.
This time, her face pressed against Yan Huan’s abdomen.
And with her came her muffled voice,
"Okay, Yan Huan~"