Wu Jian's Crisis
This is the end! She knows! How does she know?!
Wu Jian was in the middle of a crisis. He couldn’t see on the other side of this door, and the mass amount of outfits were in the way, but he knew Zheng Yawen was standing right in front of the armoire. He’d been listening to the conversation this whole time. She was preparing to open those doors.
“I-I’m not hiding anything,” Hou Jingshu mumbled. Could she be any more obvious?!
“Then you shouldn’t mind if I pick out your outfit for today like I usually do, right?” asked the smug Zheng Yawen.
“Nggggg.”
What do I do? What do I do? Think! Think!
Wu Jian’s brain felt like it was traveling faster than the speed of light. Time seemed to slow down. A low creaking alerted him to the doors opening. Light spilled in, though he could scarcely see it behind those clothes. His every sense was on alert.
“I wonder what you should wear today…”