Wait For Me
Editor: Henyee Translations
Ye Jian rubbed the soft fabric with her fingers and hummed softly. She smiled slyly like a little fox who had stolen a treasure. Fortunately, she was smart enough to say that she was tidying his clothes. If not, she wouldn't know how to explain why she was flustered at night.
No matter how cunning a fox was, it was no match for a smart hunter.
Ye Jian was still feeling smug, but the smart hunter was even happier.
When the clothes were washed, they would smell like soap. They couldn't be compared to how they were now. Hence, they couldn't be washed! It was best to keep them folded by her pillow. Every time she slept, she would think of him when she saw his clothes.
The call lasted for only five minutes. After a few sentences, it was almost time to hang up.