My Youth Began With Him

Chapter 88: Wardrobe Malfunction

Translator: Noodletown Translated Editor: Noodletown Translated

"This was the only black car left in the garage," Qin Chu said lightly.

"..." Huo Mian was left speechless again. Must be nice to be rich.

Qin Chu drove the car all the way back to Imperial Park, and, after Huo Mian went upstairs, she couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging.

Simply put, it was the feeling of safety and calmness that Huo Mian felt when she arrived home after a long day.

Either out of habit or exhaustion, Huo Mian curled up on the couch and quickly fell asleep.

Qin Chu furrowed his brows ever so slightly when he saw Huo Mian like that; it was as if someone was tugging at his heartstrings.

He then brought out a white blanket from the bedroom and covered Huo Mian up.

She fell fast asleep, and so, she dreamt...

In her dream, she saw Grandma Huo, who was wearing a plain-dyed gown. She sat on the rocks outside of a temple and was working on embroidering a handkerchief.

It was said that Grandma Huo came from a well-off family, and she had the talent for embroidery. Later, her family went bankrupt, leaving her no choice but to brave the world in poverty with her husband.

Grandpa Huo started from scratch and built his little manufacturing factory. He became overwhelmingly busy, and left Grandma Huo alone with her arts and crafts.

Twenty-five years ago, before Huo Mian was even born, Grandpa Huo passed away from lung cancer.

Grandma Huo then moved out of the house and frequently resided within the temple. When asked, she simply said that she was praying for Grandpa Huo.

In the end, she was nothing more than a woman infatuated by love.

Huo Mian only saw Grandma Huo a handful of times. Nevertheless, to this day, she remembered the familial bond between them.

She dreamt that she had slowly wandered over and rested her head on Grandma Huo's lap and fell asleep.

The sunlight that shined through the temple surrounded her, and Huo Mian felt a sense of happiness that she could not explain with words.

When she woke up, Huo Mian found a white blanket on her. The quilt was made with bamboo charcoal fiber, so it felt soft and silky on her skin.

Other than Qin Chu, she couldn't possibly think of a second person who would do this.

She checked her fully charged phone and realized that it was already half past eleven. She slept for more than three hours?

Huo Mian felt a little hungry. She yawned and went to the sauna room on the second floor.

On the second floor, there was a Korean-style shared sauna room that allowed for showers and saunas.

Huo Mian never really used it before. She felt like it was too inconvenient since she shared this room with Qin Chu.

But Qin Chu wasn't here today; she was home alone. It would be a good idea to relax a little in the sauna room.

However, it wasn't until she finished showering that she realized she forgot to bring in a towel.

Out of necessity, Huo Mian grabbed two tiny towels from the sauna room. She covered up the most important parts of her body and carefully walked out.

She followed the hallway that leads to the bedroom, but then the door of the study magically swung open.

Huo Mian was dumbfounded upon seeing Qin Chu.

Huo Mian attempted to clutch the tiny towels tighter, but out of nervousness, she lost her grip.

Both towels fell to the floor…

"Ah…" Huo Mian shrieked. Not knowing what to do, her hands flew up to cover her face.

Why? Because she once heard a joke about a public shower place that caught on fire. A lot of women ran out, some covering the top half of their bodies, while the others covered the bottom half. One particular woman walked out calmly with her face covered. "This way, no one will know who I am," the woman said proudly.

Therefore, Huo Mian automatically covered her face.

Qin Chu was stunned by her reaction.

He looked at her exposed body and felt his throat tighten. Qin Chu tried hard to control the urges deep within in his heart.

"There's only the two of us, is it really necessary to cover your face?" Qin Chu asked as a hint of awkwardness floated in the air.