Chapter 1919 — Mistaken Again

"Brother Lin, why don't you take Sister-in-law Xinyan out to find a place to change? We guys can't be bothered to go to the toilets one by one—we'll just shut the door and change in here!" Bai Weituo said when he saw Wei Zhao walk in with Wang Xinyan.

"Hah... all right." Wei Zhao shook his head, somewhat helpless.

Him, take Wang Xinyan to change clothes? And where exactly was he supposed to take her?

"There's a public toilet not far off; I imagine everyone's changing there..." Wang Xinyan saw Wei Zhao's brows knit tightly and understood at once what he was thinking.

"A public toilet?" Wei Zhao was taken aback. He turned his head and, sure enough, saw one not far from their camp—two camps over, sitting between theirs and the next. The men's side was nearly empty, but a long queue had formed on the women's side.

One glance was enough for Wei Zhao to understand. Most of the men did not care; even if they skipped the toilet, they would just find some spot outside and change. But girls were different—how could they change in front of everyone?

But to have Wang Xinyan stand in that queue—how long would it take? Wang Xinyan seemed to have realized the trouble as well. And girls changing took their time, nothing like the brisk efficiency of men, so that queue would probably take hours.

"How about this—you hide behind the row houses, and I'll keep watch for you?" Wei Zhao glanced at the back of the row houses. It was an isolated fence, with nothing behind it but a concrete drainage ditch. The ditch, however, was clean and dry, without so much as a speck of mud.

Wang Xinyan hesitated. She had felt a little embarrassed at first, but then she thought: Wei Zhao had already touched her belly just now—what was there left to be embarrassed about? And the toilet really was crowded. With that thought, she nodded and said, "Then I'll trouble you..."

Wang Xinyan carefully hopped down into the drainage ditch. It was not that she feared Wei Zhao would peek—for some reason she felt an inexplicable trust in him. No, she jumped into the ditch because she was afraid others might see.

She quickly stripped off her clothes in the ditch. Looking at the bra she still wore, Wang Xinyan hesitated a moment. If there was still training later, and she had to sleep in her clothes at night, then wearing this bra would be unbearable—and once she was in bed, taking it off would be a nuisance. Better to take it off now along with everything else.

With that thought, Wang Xinyan unfastened the clasp and removed her bra, laying it on top of the shirt she had just taken off on the stone step of the ditch. That done, she was just about to pull her undershirt back on when a vexing autumn wind came sweeping over and blew her bra clean away!

Wang Xinyan's bra had no silicone padding, none of that push-up, shaping, massaging nonsense—it was just an ordinary, light, thin thing. And the area around the camp was wide open; when a strong wind blew, one could well imagine its force.

"Ah!" Seeing her bra carried off by the wind, Wang Xinyan gave an involuntary cry of alarm and reached out to grab it...

Wei Zhao had his back turned, quietly waiting for Wang Xinyan to finish changing. It was not that he felt nothing for her, nor that he had no desire to steal a glance—but Wei Zhao thought such a thing dishonorable. He was a man of principle, and so he had never once thought of turning around.

But Wang Xinyan's cry gave him a start! Had something happened to her? Had some scoundrel come along? At that thought, Wei Zhao spun around at once and looked toward Wang Xinyan...

In fact, the reason Wei Zhao could turn so easily was that Wang Xinyan was standing down in the drainage ditch, screened by the high stone steps. As long as she crouched, Wei Zhao could see nothing at all from where he stood.

But it so happened that Wang Xinyan had just straightened up to catch her bra, both arms spread wide, and a pale expanse of her chest fell full into Wei Zhao's view!

"Uh..." Wei Zhao swallowed hard. Seeing Wang Xinyan's chest, only one thought filled his mind—so big, so white...

Who would have thought that when Wang Xinyan was dressed, there was no telling how much she had; but undressed, her assets were ample indeed. She might not be as magnificent as Xiaoshu, but she was at least several grades above the Young Miss! In truth, this was the doing of that thin bra of hers—Wang Xinyan never deliberately pushed herself up, and she usually wore plain casual clothes, so naturally nothing showed.

Seeing Wei Zhao turn around, Wang Xinyan froze, her hands still raised in the air, forgotten there, at a complete loss.

But the next instant, following the direction of Wei Zhao's gaze, she understood at once what he was looking at. Her face flushed crimson, so red it seemed about to drip, and she hastily covered her chest and crouched down, hiding herself in the ditch and not daring to come out...

By now Wei Zhao also understood why Wang Xinyan had cried out, and what that great spread-armed motion of hers had been about. So her bra had been blown away by the autumn wind—and not merely blown away, but blown clean up onto the roof of the row houses!

Wei Zhao was speechless. He had meant to wait until Wang Xinyan finished changing and then go retrieve it himself—after all, it would not be proper for him to go picking up such a thing. But now, this business of climbing up on the roof and prying off tiles really did fall to him; Wang Xinyan could never manage it!

Shaking his head, Wei Zhao leaped straight up onto the roof. The row houses were tall, but to Wei Zhao they were nothing; a few leaps and he was up.

Wang Xinyan's bra was caught on a tile along the eaves. Wei Zhao picked it up, and just then another gust of wind struck his face—but this one carried a truly delicate fragrance, like a young girl's natural scent, wonderfully sweet.

Wei Zhao paused a moment before realizing: it was the fragrance clinging to Wang Xinyan's bra.

The scent sent a tremor through him, a faint cool freshness. Wang Xinyan was not one for makeup—anyone could tell from her usual bare face that she would never use perfume or the like. So this fragrance...

Could it be the legendary natural body scent?

Wei Zhao could not be sure. As he was pondering, he heard someone below calling him.

"Brother Lin?" Bai Weituo had finished changing and come out of the row houses. Looking up, he was startled to find Wei Zhao standing on the roof beam, doing heaven knew what.

"Bai Weituo?" Wei Zhao turned and saw him—but he still had Wang Xinyan's bra in his hand, and he felt suddenly awkward.

And Bai Weituo had by now also spotted the bra in Wei Zhao's hand. His admiration for Wei Zhao surged like the waters of the Yellow River from heaven, rushing to the sea and never returning!

"Brother Lin, you beast, you absolute beast! Getting it on with Sister-in-law up on the roof—way better than those 'car-shake' guys or 'grab-a-titty' guys! You're the Roof Guy!" Bai Weituo gave him a thumbs-up. Never in his life had he seen a couple go up on a roof to do it.

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