My Dongguan Love Story

My cheeks flushed, the heat spreading subtly across my skin, even my ears felt hot. Thankfully, it was dark and the bathroom lights were off, so Secretary Su probably didn't see anything.

Thinking of this, the unease in my heart slowly eased. I hurriedly slipped behind the door, my fingertips trembling slightly, and reached out to take the towel that Secretary Su handed me.

Then, my voice tightened a little, and I asked with a hint of embarrassment:

"Thanks, Secretary Su. Do you have any pants or something that I could borrow to change into?"

Although most of the instant noodle soup had been rinsed away and the pants were no longer sticky, they were still wet and clung tightly to my legs, making them very uncomfortable to wear. It would be best if I had a change of pants.

Secretary Su smiled slightly when she heard my words: "I live alone as a girl, so I don't have any men's pants. Besides, all my pants are skinny jeans, which you wouldn't be able to fit into."

My gaze fell on Secretary Su's slender calves, and after thinking about it, I realized it was true. Her calves were thinner than my arm, and I definitely couldn't fit into her pants.

Secretary Su paused for a moment, and seeing that I didn't respond, she thought for a moment and then said, "However, I do have a solution."

"What idea?" My eyes lit up; I thought she had some brilliant idea. Then Secretary Su suddenly smiled, her eyes sparkling as she looked at me and said:

"I have quite a few skirts, and they're not too picky about body type; even those with thicker legs can wear them. Want me to give you one?"

Secretary Su looked at me with delight, her eyes sparkling brighter than the stars in the night sky.

Her words left me speechless, my cheeks flushing red. I felt a chill run down my spine and hurriedly waved my hands, saying, "Are you kidding me? How could I wear your skirt?"

Seeing my firm and resolute refusal, Secretary Su's smile slowly faded, and she knew I absolutely wouldn't wear it. After a moment's thought, she spoke again:

"I do have a pair of pajama pants, they're quite loose, but I wore them all night and haven't washed them yet. I wonder if you mind?"

"Worn overnight?" I glanced at Secretary Su. She was dressed neatly and smelled nice. I figured even if she'd worn them overnight, they couldn't be that dirty.

Even the dirtiest pants can't be dirtier than my current ones!

Of course, if she had said that before, I might have hesitated and refused. But after the skirt incident, I don't think wearing pajama bottoms is such an unacceptable thing anymore.

I thought for a moment, gritted my teeth, and said:

"Sure, as long as it fits."

"Okay, you go ahead and wash. I'll go get it later."

Secretary Su chuckled lightly, turned and left, not even bothering to close the bathroom door behind her.

I was speechless. This person left without even closing the door.

I gently pushed the door shut and closed it.

Then I squeezed out some shower gel and washed all the places where the soup had spilled. After washing, I could still smell the instant noodles. I couldn't help but marvel at how generous the ingredients were in those instant noodles.

I'm a bit of a germaphobe, and I always feel uneasy if I don't wash myself thoroughly enough, so I rinsed myself off again in the bathroom. Halfway through my shower, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open, and a cool breeze blew in, sweeping directly onto my back.

Seeing this, I quickly covered myself and slipped behind the door, a look of helplessness on my face.

"Secretary Su, couldn't you at least knock?"

I wanted to say something to her earlier, but I held back out of politeness. But she opened the door a second time, and I was speechless.

Secretary Su paused for a moment after hearing my words, then smiled apologetically and said, "Dazhuang, I'm sorry, I'm used to living alone."

Previously, whenever her boyfriend came to the bathroom to shower, she would just push the door open and walk in, so she had long developed this habit.

Besides, she was already planning to seduce Dazhuang tonight, so why would she be so secretive? Moreover, she wanted to create a more ambiguous atmosphere through these unintentional actions to get closer to Dazhuang, so her methods naturally had to be more ambiguous.

Listening to Secretary Su's words, I felt a sense of helplessness, but after all, this was her residence, and I couldn't make a big deal out of it. If I said too much, it would only make me, a grown man, seem overly sentimental and petty.

I reached out and took the pants she handed me, saying, "Thanks."

"You're welcome, Dazhuang. Try them on and see if they fit." Secretary Su's eyes gleamed, as if she was looking forward to seeing me wearing her pants.

Seeing that she hadn't left, I felt a little helpless. I slowly pushed the door forward and reminded her, "Secretary Su, I need to change my pants."

"Huh? Oh." Secretary Su seemed to be awakened by my words, nodded, and looked back at me as she walked away: "Then you can change first."

She laughed a little shyly, "I've never seen a boy wear my pajama pants before, I'm really curious."

Her words made my cheeks instantly burn, and my ears also started to feel hot.

I looked down and picked up the pants for a closer look. They turned out to be a pair of light pink pajama pants with a cute bear print. The length was just past the knees, the fit was loose and comfortable, and the fabric was soft and delicate to the touch. It was clearly made of skin-friendly pure cotton and would definitely be comfortable to wear.

However, the pink color scheme and playful bear pattern, full of youthful and soft vibes, are so cute that they feel somewhat out of place.

Honestly, I'm really embarrassed to wear these pants. But I don't have any other suitable ones right now, so I'll just have to make do.

Fortunately, Secretary Su's house was dark, so her clothes weren't too embarrassing.

I put on the pink bear-patterned pajama pants. The elastic waistband clung tightly to my waist and abdomen, leaving a faint red mark on my stomach.

The tightness around the waist wasn't very comfortable, giving off an awkward and strange feeling, but at least the size was just right, so I could manage to put it on completely.

I paced back and forth a few times to make sure I was alright, and I breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Then he picked up the soiled pants, looked around, and tried to find a basin to wash them.

I saw a pink basin under the sink, filled with clothes. It was dark, so I couldn't see clearly what they were. I thought I'd pick it up and hang it up, and then put it back after I finished washing them.

But when I reached in and lifted one corner of it, I suddenly froze.

This turned out to be Secretary Su's underwear. I quickly tried to put it back, but Secretary Su opened the bathroom door again.

Seeing that I hadn't come out for a while, she wondered why it was taking so long to change my pants. But as soon as she opened the door, she saw me squatting down, holding the edge of her lace panties. Her face immediately flushed red, and she said, embarrassed and annoyed:

"Dazhuang, what are you doing with my panties...?"