Top-tier celebrity's nightly pampering, the abstinent doctor loses control and spoils her.

Ever since Leng Keyan sent the cake, Bai Youyu has been appearing at the orthopedics department much more frequently.

He would either come to deliver a document or to chat with his good friend Tang Lan, and he often carried several cups of milk tea with him.

"Lanlan, this is for you, your favorite taro balls."

Bai Youyu's voice was sweet as she handed another cup to Leng Keyan beside her, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Keyan, this is for you. I brought it along too."

Once is just a coincidence, twice is just a coincidence.

After it happened so many times, even Dr. Liu, the slowest-witted orthopedic surgeon, began to notice something was wrong.

canteen.

Dr. Liu, munching on a chicken leg, chuckled and teased, "Ke Yan, you're something else! Are you dating that pretty intern from neurosurgery?"

"I was wondering why I hadn't seen you hanging out with Dr. Yin lately; turns out you had something else on your mind."

Dr. Liu sighed to herself, "It's good that the child has grown up. Campus romances are the purest, so we must seize the opportunity. Once we're actually working, we won't even have time to date."

Leng Keyan's heart skipped a beat, and her gaze drifted to Yin Siyao, who was sitting quietly eating across from her.

Yin Siyao lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions in them, and slowly picked up a piece of green vegetable.

He seemed oblivious to the noisy discussions and jokes around him, his expression as indifferent as ever, revealing an undisguised disinterest in the topic.

Leng Keyan's desire to explain was instantly extinguished when she met Yin Siyao's indifferent attitude.

He said succinctly, "We're classmates, and we made plans to travel to K City together during the holidays, which is why we've been in touch more often."

Dr. Liu got even more excited and said with a smile, "Let me tell you, traveling is the best way to cultivate a relationship. When you two come back from your trip, I guarantee you'll be a sweet and loving couple."

Tang Lan chimed in, "Ke Yan is A University's undisputed campus heartthrob, and You Yu is the campus beauty. Campus beauty paired with campus heartthrob, it's only natural, a perfect match!"

The surrounding colleagues also made good-natured laughs.

Leng Keyan blushed deeply, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

She subconsciously looked at Yin Siyao again, but the other party still didn't react much. However, she seemed to be eating faster, and the rice in her bowl was quickly gone.

Just as Leng Keyan was at a loss, Liao Xubai put down his chopsticks: "Tang Lan, instead of wasting your time gossiping about others, you should read more professional books and improve your skills."

Liao Xubai spoke in a calm tone, yet it carried an air of authority.

Tang Lan immediately fell silent, shrank her neck, and dared not make a fuss anymore.

Leng Keyan hadn't expected Liao Xubai to come to her rescue.

When it was time to leave work, Leng Keyan was dawdling as she packed her things, just about to leave, when Yin Siyao called her back.

"Wait a moment."

"Teacher Yin?" Leng Keyan turned around, feeling a little surprised, yet also a secret anticipation.

Yin Siyao showed no expression as she took a clean paper bag from her locker.

He handed it over: "I forgot to give you the few pieces of clothing you left behind when you stayed at my place last time you were injured."

"Ah... thank you, Teacher Yin."

Leng Keyan took the bag, but her expectations were dashed, replaced by a deep sense of emptiness and disappointment.

It turns out it was just returning clothes.

Carrying the bag, I returned to Lu Er's villa, looking rather listless.

She threw herself onto the soft bed and sent a WeChat message to Yin Siyao:

Thank you, Teacher Yin. [Cute smiley face.jpg]

After sending the message, I held the phone to my chest and waited for a long time, but the screen never lit up again.

Leng Keyan sighed, resignedly got up, and prepared to take the clothes out of the bag to wash them.

I carried the bag to the laundry room and dumped the clothes out.

Instantly, they froze on the spot.

What came out, besides the familiar tracksuit, were three pairs of underwear and two pairs of socks.

That's not even the most shocking part.

What shocked people the most was that the three pairs of underwear, each a different color, were carefully folded into neat little squares with distinct edges and corners.

Even the two pairs of socks were rolled into small, square buns and arranged neatly.

Moreover, all the clothes had a clean and fresh smell, clearly indicating that they had been dried in the sun.

Leng Keyan's brain froze for three seconds.

With trembling hands, he picked up a neatly folded pair of gray underwear, brought it to his nose, and carefully sniffed it.

A faint, familiar fragrance of jasmine wafted into my nostrils.

Unconvinced, he picked up another folded sock and smelled it.

It has a refreshing lemon flavor.

A surge of heat rushed to Leng Keyan's head, and her face, ears, and neck instantly turned bright red at a visible speed.

During the month he stayed at Yin Siyao's house to recover from his injuries, he knew clearly that Yin Siyao had a slight obsession with cleanliness and never put her underwear in the washing machine.

Underwear and socks are washed separately by hand.

I used jasmine tea scented hand wash on my underwear and lemon scented strong stain-removing laundry detergent on my socks.

In other words, Yin Siyao not only washed his personal clothes, but also hand-washed his underwear and socks.

"Ahhhhh!"

Leng Keyan let out a silent scream like a groundhog in his heart, as a wave of shame overwhelmed him.

Suddenly remembering something, she hurriedly took off her shoes and socks, picked up her feet, and smelled them.

It has a slight sweaty smell.

When Yin Siyao washes his socks, does she find it disgusting?

Waaaaah...

This is so embarrassing, it's the ultimate social disaster.

If I had known, he should have done the laundry right after taking a shower.

Holding the fragrant clothes, Leng Keyan slumped onto the floor of the laundry room, sinking into a deep state of self-isolation that lasted for half an hour.

The image of Yin Siyao's long, clean hands with distinct knuckles carefully washing these private clothes in front of the washbasin kept replaying in his mind.

The impact was incredibly strong.

After being withdrawn for a long time, the heat on my face finally subsided a little.

Leng Keyan sent another message to Yin Siyao:

[Teacher Yin, thank you so much for washing my clothes. It's such a huge favor. [kneeling in gratitude.jpg]]

This time, Yin Siyao replied very quickly.

The content remains concise:

Dirty clothes can easily breed bacteria if not washed promptly, so I, being a bit of a germaphobe, just wash them.

Leng Keyan quickly typed:

I was wrong, I will definitely change in the future. I will never pile up dirty clothes again, I swear. [Serious swear.jpg]

After sending it, I stared at the screen, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and fear.

However, Yin Siyao did not reply.

Leng Keyan looked at her underwear and socks, which had been hand-washed clean, and then at the indifferent reply on her phone screen. She felt a mix of emotions.

What exactly does Yin Siyao mean?

On one hand, she explicitly rejects and distances herself from him, even going so far as to get engaged to someone else, while on the other hand, she helps him wash his personal clothing.

This extreme contrast and tension threw his mind into complete chaos once again.