However, when he was washing the very girlish underwear, Shen Mosheng's handsome face turned visibly red at the speed of light, and he looked away, daring not to look.
"Shen Mosheng, aren't you done washing yet?" Han Yingying asked curiously.
In her impression, men usually took quick showers, but Shen Mosheng had already been washing for nearly half an hour.
"Done."
"Then what are you doing in the bathroom?" Han Yingying turned her head curiously, and when she saw what was in Shen Mosheng's hands, her eyes widened suddenly, she dropped her phone, and screamed.
"Shen Mosheng, put it down now!"
Shen Mosheng instinctively let go.
Han Yingying ordered with a red face, "Step away from that, right now, immediately!"
"I'm not done washing yet."
"You don't need to wash it, I'll do it myself," Han Yingying said hurriedly, her bright eyes fixed intently on Shen Mosheng, afraid he would touch her intimate clothing again.