Will the plagiarism girl be a substitute for the preference for women?

"I'll just blow-dry my hair." Xiangzi picked up the hair dryer hanging on the wall next to the sink.

“If you dry yourself like this, the bacteria and dust from the rain will still stick to your body, and your cold will be hard to get better!” China said anxiously.

Listening to China's description, Xiangzi understood the psychology of obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness, which was perhaps the reason why she was so insistent on taking a bath.

If she doesn't wash, will China eventually refuse to let him touch her, or even want him to enter her hospital room?

In the past, this would have been considered a good thing, as it meant one less person to bother you.

But that's not the case now...

"what happened?"

Chika noticed that Shoko looked timid and hesitant, her eyes glancing at her from time to time, only to quickly look away.

"Are you... someone who doesn't treat me like a younger sister and can be completely honest with me?" China asked cautiously.

"I haven't officially acknowledged that I'm your sister, have I?"

Xiangzi said somewhat angrily, but his voice gradually lowered.

“Apart from dealing with other people…and when we were huddled together because we were so cold, did I show any embarrassment? I just…”

“Okay, mine,” China said, raising both hands.

She wasn't going to joke around anymore; she just wanted this tired woman to take a shower and relax.

But when she put her hand down again, she felt something was off.

"It's okay if you don't want to shower together, I'll try to finish quickly," China said, closing the opaque glass door to the bathroom.

Xiangzi didn't know what the concept of "washing faster" meant to a normal person, given that this germaphobe was talking about.

But after China emphasized that rainwater was unclean, she felt even more eager to take a bath.

However, the thought of the two of them touching each other so closely still feels very strange.

Anyway, there's still an empty sink, so I can use it to wash my hair or get some water to wipe myself down.

And even though the bathroom exhaust fan was on, the steam from the showerhead was still too much; I might even feel suffocated. Using the sink to wash is much better. Yes, that's right.

Xiangzi convinced himself of this.

But then she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why did China close the bathroom door? Wasn't she acting all relaxed just now? This isn't good for the heat to dissipate.

"Chika," Shoko called out towards the bathroom.

"Wh...what is it?" China asked nervously.

Xiangzi guessed that Qiannai had suddenly become shy because she was going through a period of depression.

But this made it even more dangerous, as even a little bit of stuffiness might be too much for her in her weakened state.

He's definitely the kind of guy who makes you uneasy even when you're a little distance away. What a nuisance...

Xiangzi took off his clothes, walked to the bathroom door, and sighed.

"Let's go together."

She opened the glass door.

"Wait...wait a minute!" China shouted in a panic.

But it was too late; Xiangzi walked in.

"what happened?"

Xiangzi saw that Qiannai had her left arm pressed against her chest, as if she was trying to cover it up.

What's rather strange is that she didn't use her other hand to cover the other part of her body; perhaps she forgot because she was panicked.

It wasn't until a drop of liquid flowed down China's left arm from the showerhead that Shoko realized something was wrong.

"China, what did you put on your arm?"

When Xiangzi asked her that question, Qiannai realized that she could no longer hide it.

She was indeed trying to cover something up, but what she was covering was a scar on her left arm.

"All right……"

China slowly revealed her left arm.

"At least I can treat you honestly as an older sister."

Xiangzi's eyes gradually widened.

On China's left arm, some waterproof concealer had been applied beforehand.

They had already peeled off a bit after being exposed to a heavy rain.

However, at that time in Xiangzi's house, because the candlelight was too dim, Xiangzi did not notice when Qianna changed her clothes.

I only felt some caressing when we hugged tightly because of the cold.

Now, the concealer has mostly faded away after being washed away.

Those scars were revealed.

The arms of the two delinquent girls that Xiangzi encountered in the drugstore were the same.

"If I draw a few more vertical lines, do you think we can play tic-tac-toe?"

Seemingly to ease the tension, China made a joke.

She quickly realized that the joke wasn't helping the other person calm down.

But this sense of morbidity did not frighten Xiangzi into immobility or cause him to run away.

Instead, Xiangzi tackled him against the wall.

……

Swish??

The water flowed over the two of them, and slowly dripped down their bodies.

Xiangzi stared at Qiannai, his eyes flashing with anger and pity.

"I will not allow you to cut yourself again."

"I...I was just joking," Chizuru said sincerely. "That's all in the past. You never found a knife in my bag before, did you?"

Yes, that's all in the past.

Another voice arose in my heart.

Physical pain can alleviate mental anguish. When I feel guilty and inferior, I punish myself in this way. When I feel anxious and uneasy, seeing blood flowing from my body releases these emotions along with the blood.

I did this because I didn't want to suffer mental anguish.

It's a good thing you're afraid of pain; you've blocked that escape route yourself.

Therefore, you have no choice but to move forward.

"I'm serious!" Qian Nai said firmly, seeing Xiangzi's skeptical expression.

Then, she placed her left arm in front of Xiangzi's eyes again.

"You count how many scars there are here. Then you can check periodically to see if any new ones appear. Also..."

China spread her arms and spun around halfway.

"There isn't a single scar anywhere else on his body."

"I swear, there won't be another one... except for accidental injuries."

Xiangzi glanced up and down, then put his hands on his hips and let out a long sigh.

"Alright, I can feel that you're very determined now." She patted Chizuru on the back.

China turned around, a little uncertain, and asked, "Does this mean you trust me?"

"Mm." Xiangzi nodded.

A smile immediately bloomed on China's face.

In fact, just the fact that Xiangzi didn't panic or leave after seeing her own scars made her feel happy and warm.

She excitedly squeezed out two pumps of shampoo, insisting on washing Xiangzi's hair, and Xiangzi had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

Chapter 131 Heartbeat

After removing Xiangzi's headband, Qianna was about to apply shampoo when she started to consider where the headband should be placed.

The handrail on the bathroom door, the railing on the tiled wall, or perhaps...

"Xiao Xiang, is it okay to just leave the hairband on top and tie a knot?"

China rested her chin on Shoko's shoulder, her hands wrapping around Shoko's back and meeting her from the side.

"Hey... what are you going to do..." Xiangzi was a little nervous and confused.

Chika whispered provocatively in Shoko's ear:

"When climbers reach the summit, don't they tie a rope at the top to symbolize that they have conquered the area?"

Warm breaths accompanied his words, gently brushing past Xiangzi's ear.

Just then, a delicate bow was tightly tied.

"what……"

After being squeezed and experiencing pain, Xiangzi let out a soft cry.

For some reason, my will to resist is very weak.

Even with that last shred of willpower, trying to control her body to push China away, she felt utterly powerless.

Then, everything in front of me gradually became blurry, and then became clear in the blink of an eye.

……

"Xiao Xiang... Xiao Xiang?"

When Xiangzi woke up, she noticed that she was sitting on a stool, leaning against Qianna's stomach, and the latter was calling her name in a soft voice.

When she looked up, she saw that half of the ceiling was covered by China's figure.

What did you just do to me?

Perhaps his body couldn't bear to give up the comfort of lying on his back, because Xiangzi didn't stand up immediately when questioned.

It's also possible that the events just happened were somewhat vague, leading to uncertainty.

China tilted her head in confusion.

"I was washing your hair just now, and then you fell asleep."

Xiangzi gradually recalled that Qianna had applied hair conditioner to his hair, followed by rubbing and massaging his head.

She gradually fell asleep during this comfortable hair salon experience.

"What did you do before washing your hair?" Xiangzi remembered those things he did before washing his hair.

"Could you move the stool next to the sink over here for me to sit on?" China said matter-of-factly, her expression becoming even more puzzled.

Xiangzi looked down at his body, then looked around. The hairband was hanging on the handrail of the bathroom door, not a butterfly landing on a lotus leaf.

Was it a dream?

Although that process has become blurred in my memory, the sensations and pain are so real.

Why would someone with an upright mind and body have such a dream?

"You weren't asleep, were you? You must have passed out. Go blow-dry your hair and then get outside as soon as possible."

Chika felt that Shoko was a little confused, so she slowly lifted her up and helped her toward the sink.

"I can walk by myself."

When Xiangzi walked alone, his steps were not shaky or unsteady, so it seemed that he was indeed not unconscious.

Just as she picked up the hairdryer to dry her hair, she spoke again:

"While I was asleep just now..."