Freya was woken up by Alex's abnormality; she felt something was wrong.
At first, she didn't understand what was going on, but after rubbing her eyes and leaning down to take a closer look, she was startled, and the content she had learned in middle school biology class popped into her mind.
Back then, she was still dazed. Although she saw some classmates blushing during that lesson, she was innocent and didn't think too much about it. Even after she understood later, she didn't think deeply about it for various reasons.
However, the scene before her perfectly combined with the biology class content in her memory, making her understand what a pubescent boy's performance was like; it was incredibly vivid.
After surprise, panic followed. Was the prank last night too much?
If Alex woke up at this moment, would he misunderstand and think she caused it? Besides, climbing into Alex's bed in the middle of the night and having this situation happen the next morning—how embarrassing.
In a panic, Freya's brain worked at high speed, thinking about how to cover this up. The first thing to do was to change Alex's clothes!
Destroy the evidence of the crime!
Freya carefully got out of bed, walked to the wardrobe on tiptoe, opened it, and rummaged through the clothes inside.
"This is the one."
Seeing one that looked similar, Freya's eyes lit up. She quickly took the clothes in her hand, turned around, and slowly walked back to Alex's side. She held her breath, bent down, and went to change his clothes.
"What are you doing?"
While she was busy with her head down, she suddenly heard Alex's voice. Freya's pretty face stiffened. Startled, she immediately straightened up, retreated in a panic, waved her hands wildly, and shouted: "To tell you the truth, it was you who initiated it. I mean, this is a normal physiological reaction for you!"
Alex pulled the quilt over himself and glared at her: "Get out first."
"It really wasn't me. It was like this the moment I came in."
Freya said aggrievedly, feeling anxious. First of all, she absolutely couldn't let Alex find out that she had spent the night in this room, otherwise Alex would definitely take his anger out on her.
"Then what is this?"
Alex picked up a long hair from the pillow, his gaze toward her very unfriendly.
"Uh, it fell off just now when I wanted to change your clothes."
Freya whispered in explanation, her gaze drifting. She secretly regretted not cleaning up the traces of her overnight stay the moment she woke up.
"Then you better be careful, don't go bald, being able to lose hair like this."
Alex sneered, pointed at the door, and said expressionlessly: "Get out, I need to change clothes."
He cursed this woman inwardly. Didn't she know how embarrassed he was right now? Why was she still standing there explaining things? She had no clue how to read the room.
Freya knew that Alex had already discovered that she had come to his bed to spend the night. Fearing that he would be angry, she nodded quickly: "I'm going out now. Here, take this. Hurry up and change, don't catch a cold..."
Seeing Alex's face darken, Freya dared not say more. After throwing the clothes to him, she fled in a panic.
Alex felt better only after changing into clean clothes. He looked at the dirty clothes that needed washing, then glanced at the door, hesitating slightly.
This was the first time such a situation had occurred. Usually, his clothes were given to Freya to wash, but the reason why his clothes were dirty this time was a bit unspeakable, and it was really inconvenient to give them to anyone else.
Moreover, when he experienced that physiological phenomenon, Freya was sleeping right beside him. Alex felt very strange at this moment and didn't want to hand these clothes to Freya at all.
"Then I can only wash them myself."
Alex took the clothes. His room didn't have an independent bathroom, so he had to go outside to wash them. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Freya standing outside looking hesitant, as if she wanted to knock on the door.
Alex quietly moved the hand holding the clothes behind his back and asked: "What's the matter?"
Freya's gaze followed his hand movement. Hearing that his tone didn't seem very unfriendly, she felt a bit embarrassed: "Um, Alex, let me wash your clothes. This is a very normal phenomenon during a boy's puberty. They taught it in biology class, you must not blame yourself."
Her face flushed with a rosy color as she spoke in a low voice. Although she tried hard to hide it, a trace of expectation in her eyes was still seen by Alex.
Alex couldn't help but wonder if she was being too much of a fangirl, or if she was just overly curious, or perhaps she simply wanted to help him wash his clothes, which was why she made such a request to his face.
However, Alex had already decided to wash them himself and directly refused: "No, I'll wash them myself."
"Oh." Freya looked disappointed.
Alex ignored her and went into the bathroom.
Freya sighed. This was bad. Having angered Alex, she didn't know how long it would take for him to stop being angry this time.
Freya had a psychological shadow regarding Alex being angry, subconsciously feeling that it wouldn't pass so quickly.
At this moment, she began to regret the series of actions she had taken earlier. The best way would have been to leave immediately after waking up and discovering the situation. Now that it had turned out like this, Alex probably couldn't bring himself to forgive her. After all, having such a thing seen by an elder was too embarrassing.
"Sigh, what should I do."
While Freya was lost in thought, she heard the doorbell ring. She went downstairs to open the door while thinking.
"Sister Feiyan, good morning."
The young girl greeted her in a crisp voice, her face beaming with a smile.
Freya came back to her senses and looked at Kiara, immediately losing interest: "Oh, it's you, Xiao Fu. Are you looking for Alex? He's washing clothes."
"Xiao-Ke? Washing clothes? Doing it himself?"
Although Kiara was at a loss because of Freya's cold attitude, after ruminating on Freya's words, she showed an expression of surprise.
She had never washed clothes at home; it was always her mother who threw them into the washing machine or sent them directly to the dry cleaner. Now, hearing that her childhood sweetheart was doing such a thing, she felt it was very novel.
"Yes, washing by hand. Sigh, the child has grown up and is becoming more and more independent," Freya sighed.
"So that's the reason why Sister Feiyan was cold to me. Being a mother is really hard," Kiara thought to herself.
She was also very interested in Alex washing clothes and asked: "Sister Feiyan, can I go in? Xiao-Ke's appearance while washing clothes must be very interesting."
"That might not be very convenient," Freya said, hesitating, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Not convenient?" Kiara looked puzzled.
Freya rolled her eyes and said: "If a boy is seen by a girl while washing clothes, he might feel embarrassed."
Kiara really wanted to say that she just wanted to see him looking embarrassed, but in the end, she didn't dare to say it in front of Freya. She could only smile awkwardly: "I believe Xiao-Ke won't be like that."
"Alright then, you can go in. Alex is on the second floor."
Don't know if it was an illusion, but Kiara felt that Freya's tone was full of schadenfreude. But she was afraid of missing the scene of Alex washing clothes, so she didn't think too much about it, hurried into the house, and walked toward the second floor, familiar with the route.
Freya snorted and said pettishly: "You're so familiar with my house, do you want to marry into it? I won't prepare a house and dowry for Alex to marry you. I've heard from Lanhui that the bride price to marry you is very high."
"Ah—"
At this moment, hearing Kiara's exclamation from the second floor, Freya smiled, looking triumphant: "Let Xiao Fu know about Alex's embarrassing matter, then Alex won't be so angry with me anymore."
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