"Xiao Bin, what are you doing in there? How can it take you that long just to wash your hands?"
A surge of panic like he'd never felt before crashed over Chen Bin, and he quickly tossed the stockings into the laundry basket.
Immediately he squeezed his legs together and crouched down on the floor.
Zhao Xinmei walked into the bathroom, and when she saw Chen Bin's posture, she froze for a second, a little stunned.
"What are you squatting here for?"
Chen Bin furrowed his brows and put on an expression like he was in terrible pain.
"I... my stomach hurts really bad."
"What's going on? Could it be something you ate today?"
As the scent from Zhao Xinmei's body drifted over, Chen Bin could only feel the "dragon" down below swelling even more painfully.
He hurriedly replied, "It's nothing, you can keep cooking—I'll just use the toilet and I'll be fine."
"Alright, then."
Nodding, Zhao Xinmei turned and walked back to the kitchen.
