In the bathroom, Wu Geng shouted to Ikuta in the bathroom.

"Ikuta, put the towels and bath towels in the small wooden frame inside. Your clothes are all wet. I threw them in the washing machine. You can wear my clothes first. T-shirt and shorts, although they are not pajamas, just make do with them."

The T-shirt was a birthday gift from her brother last year, with the Pokémon character Pikachu printed on the chest. This is one of the few cartoons I have watched in the fifth watch.

Inside, Ikuta responded dully. Wu Geng sighed, put Ikuta's wet clothes into the washing machine, poured a small cup of laundry detergent, closed the lid, and turned it on.

The washing machine was humming. It was a rather old model. I bought it when I first moved out of the members' dormitory and had it for three years.

In the early days, Wu Geng's salary was not much, so she chose a relatively cheaper one. Although her father said that she did not need to consider the family's financial situation and could live a more casual life in Tokyo, Wu Geng was not concerned with material matters.

She didn't care much about demand. Although it broke a few times during the process, it was still usable after repair, so she didn't bother to replace it. Besides, the scale of the Japanese village reward in the show is getting bigger and bigger, maybe one day it can be upgraded to a higher-end one.

What about the washing machine?

I could hear the sound of the shower head washing my body, and the already blurry partition glass was even covered with mist. I could vaguely see the shadow of Ikuta's body, just like a large color block painted on a canvas.

, a general summary.

I knocked on the glass at five o'clock, and the sound of water inside stopped.

"Ikuta, I'm going out first." Wugeng said.

"Um."

Ikuta was wrapped in warm mist in the bathroom, and then she heard the sound of the door being closed. She squeezed the shower head with her fingers and lowered her head slightly, stepping on the square ceramic tile floor with her little feet.

, if you stay for a long time, you can feel the slightest coolness flowing down the soles of your feet.

Indeed, she thought. Although Wu Geng was young, he was measured and careful in doing things. When he came back, he kept holding Ikuta's hand. Worried that she would catch a cold, he took off his coat and put it on her body, and went to the supermarket to buy some.

I got a dry towel and wiped off the water stains on her head and body. When I got home, I prepared a cup of hot water for her to warm her body. After drinking it, she quickly changed her clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower, pajamas and the like.

Everything is also ready.

It's strange that Riyaka would never forget her if she was so considerate. Even if she takes the initiative, what can she achieve? Because, in life, Riyaka is like a sister, but Ikuta is the one who takes care of her.

Water dripped from his hair and fell to his feet. Ikuta rubbed the water that was about to flow into his eyes and turned the shower head back on.

——

In the living room, Wu Geng sat slumped on the sofa, imagining the feeling of sinking his whole body.

Ikuta must have misunderstood something, she thought.

This should be considered a good thing. While he breathed a sigh of relief, he could faintly feel a hollow feeling of loss slowly expanding in his heart.

Ah, it suddenly occurred to her that she needed to apologize to Ikuta, and Hikari.

She didn't expect that things that she thought had come to an end a long time ago would show up again in such a misunderstood way. This was something she had never expected. However, Ikuta must have been too naive. Her contact with Hikaka was that parallel incident.

That's all, Ikuta may have seen it by chance, or he may have gotten the news from somewhere. In short, it can be summed up by saying that caring leads to chaos.

"I ve done washing……"

The door to the bathroom was slowly opened, and Ikuta lowered his head, his hair half-wet hanging on his shoulders.

"How's it going? Does the T-shirt still fit?" Wugeng asked as he stood up from the sofa.

As a result, when I turned around, I saw that the Pikachu printed on the chest on the T-shirt had been stretched out of shape. It should have been a happy and smiling expression, but when it was stretched horizontally, it became a bit ferocious.

"...Ikuta, what did you do to my Pikachu?"

At five o'clock, it seems that I can hear it screaming "Pika Pika -" when it is tortured and screaming for help.

"ah?"

Ikuta may not realize the seriousness of the problem, but instead tugged on the hem of his T-shirt to try to cover up the small part of his belly that was exposed.

"Shouxiao-chan, do you still have any clothes? This tight and small outfit makes me feel uncomfortable."

"No, get out."

At the fifth watch, I could not wait to take off her clothes right away and have some fun wearing them.

Wearing other people's clothes, abusing other people's Pokémon, and doing so many other things.

Wu Geng smacked her lips speechlessly, and decided to ask Ikuta to pay her ten identical ones later to compensate for the mental shock she suffered.

"After washing the clothes for you and dehydrating them, put them under the air conditioner and let them blow for ten to twenty minutes and they should be dry." Wu Geng said.

"oh."

Ikuta walked towards the sofa while wiping his hair with a towel.

"Blow it, too." Wu Geng shook his head and went to get the hair dryer. He asked Ikuta to sit on the sofa and help her dry her hair.

The hair dryer hummed to send out hot air, Wu Geng shook the air outlet slightly, and played with Ikuta's hair with the other hand. Ikuta sat cross-legged on the sofa, leaning his back to Wu Geng. The smell of shampoo evaporated along with it.

The water vapor escapes.

Wu Geng is really envious of Ikuta's hair, which is smooth and shiny. He can go out to meet people after blow-drying it without having to take care of it. Wu Geng also needs to spend some time to tame the slightly frizzy ends of his hair.

It needs to be smoother.

Two or three minutes later, Ikuta's hair was almost completely dry. The satin-like hair fell down on her shoulders like a waterfall.

"Not bad, what do you think, Ikuta." Wu Geng put the small mirror in front of Ikuta's face.

Ikuta just looked at himself in the mirror and said "hmm" a little dullly.

Wu Geng saw her distraught, put the mirror aside, turned sideways, and sat next to her, "Ikuta, regarding the previous topic between me and Hiyaka..."

Wu Geng thought that Ikuta might have misunderstood, and was about to explain clearly, but before she could finish speaking, Ikuta raised his hand and grabbed her arm.

"……?"

Ikuta lowered his head, his voice as low as a trembling candle that was about to burn out.

"Ikuta?"

Ikuta's hand grasped Wu Geng's arm slowly and hard. She raised her head, no longer avoiding Wu Geng's eyes, and spoke with a bit of sadness, as if with a hint of pleading.
Chapter completed!