Help! My One-Night Stand Is Examining Me?!

Chapter 65: Chapter 65 Defiled her towel

His breathing was shallow, and he looked serene and at peace.

It seemed he had already fallen asleep.

And honestly, he looked quite handsome even while asleep.

Just look at that face, well-defined features, deep-set brow bones, and a high, straight nose. His lips...

Alana noticed the lip she’d bitten until it bled, a faint red mark that had already scabbed over. She couldn’t help but recall the passionate kiss they’d shared in the elevator just moments ago, and her cheeks began to redden up again.

Never mind, never mind. She shouldn’t think about it.

The night grew deeper.

The man still held Alana in his arms, sleeping with his head nestled in the crook of her neck.

Alana lay quietly, not disturbing him.

Watching him sleep so soundly, she felt a bit sleepy herself.

A stranger had barged into her home and was holding her while he slept, she should have been on guard.

But for some reason, not only was she not on guard, she actually allowed herself to relax and drift off into a drowsy state.

Finally, without knowing why, she rested her cheek against his forehead and slowly closed her eyes.

*****

Alana didn’t know how much time had passed.

She faintly heard the sound of trickling water coming from the bathroom.

The sound made her feel a little restless, and she couldn’t help but roll over, intending to go back to sleep.

But as if realizing something, she suddenly opened her eyes.

Only then did she realize she was actually lying in her own bedroom bed.

Yet she clearly remembered that before she closed her eyes, she had been on the living roommsofa.

At that time, Stephan had been holding her as they slept, and she, overcome by drowsiness, had fallen asleep too.

But now, she was lying in bed.

And the sound of trickling water was.

Alana lifted her head and saw the bathroom light on in the bedroom.

Through the frosted glass door, a tall, imposing figure was reflected.

Her breath caught in her throat.

So, Stephan was currently in the bathroom of her bedroom, taking a shower?!

Did she give him permission to enter her bedroom, let alone take a shower?

Alana snapped back to her senses, her face flushing with indignation. She desperately wanted to storm into the bathroom, grab that rude, ill-mannered man, and throw him out the door.

But her anger lasted only a moment.

Instead, she began to worry about her situation.

It was barely dawn, and a man and a woman were alone together in the same room. And the man was still in the bathroom taking a shower.

Wasn’t she... in great danger?!

Should she run away?

But where could she possibly run to?

This was her own home!

Alana couldn’t help but run her fingers through her hair.

She was filled with regret. If only she hadn’t been so soft-hearted and let the man in, what on earth was she going to do now?!

This man was going to pounce on her again!

“Ah! I’m going crazy!”

After shouting, she quickly covered her mouth, afraid that the man in the bathroom might hear her.

Stephan was in the bathroom, showering under the running water.

He tilted his head back slightly, letting the water from the shower-head trickle down over his body.

The wet water soaked his fine, black hair, trickling down his chiseled, handsome face and along his smooth, angular jawline.

Stephan’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he turned around and began to survey the cramped bathroom.

Though the bathroom appeared small, it was fully equipped.

His eyes fell upon the toiletries a young woman would typically use.

A pink towel, body wash, shampoo, facial cleanser.

Everything was neatly arranged.

Moreover, they were all items typically used by women; there were no men’s toiletries.

There was only one toothbrush and one cup, indicating that only one person usually lives here. This discovery put the man in an even better mood.

It meant her boyfriend had never stayed over here.

Stephan felt he himself was far more impressive, not only had he successfully spent the night, but he’d also used

her bathroom.

He couldn’t resist reaching out to pick up the shower gel the girl usually used, it had a jasmine scent.

Without hesitation, he squeezed a dollop into his palm, worked it into a lather, and rubbed it over his body.

A faint scent of jasmine wafted through the air.

It actually smelled quite nice.

She usually carried a faint scent of jasmine with her, so that was where it came from.

After using the body wash, he used the shampoo, and even the facial cleanser.

He didn’t know what had gotten into him, but he just loved using her things.

It aaa as if doing so would help him keep her scent on him.

He was almost done washing.

Suddenly, he heard a noise outside the bathroom.

“Ah! I’m going crazy!”

Stephan snorted. That woman, who’d been sleeping like a log, had finally woken up?!

He carried her from the sofa all the way back to her bedroom and laid her down on the bed, where she remained as motionless as ever.

Just like a pig.

But way cuter than a pig.

He decisively turned off the shower.

He tried to walk out, only to realize he had nothing to wear.

After all, the clothes he’d worn today hadn’t been washed yet, so there was no way he could wear them again.

Besides, the clothes he’d taken off and left on the sink had just been drenched by the shower, somthey were definitely out of the question.

He certainly couldn’t just walk out there naked.

What if that girl mistook him for a flasher? She already saw him as quite the pervert.

Even though he’d been completely naked in front of her three times already, thinking of how easily she blushed and turned shy, he wasn’t sure how much of a shock it would be to her if he went out naked like this.

In the bathroom, the only thing that could cover his private parts was that pink towel.

Stephan picked up the pink towel and wrapped it around his lower body.

Ugh, this towel, why was it so small?

It barely covered him, if he moved even slightly, the towel might fall off.

Oh well, if it falls off, it falls off.

He’d just consider it a little perk for that woman for letting him stay and rest.

With that in mind, he deliberately tugged at the towel, loosening it a bit on purpose. Only then did he stride over at a leisurely pace and open the bathroom door...

Alana was still lying in bed, dejected and full of regret. Suddenly, she heard a snap.

The bathroom door swung open.

The man, fresh from his shower and shrouded in steam, walked out at a leisurely pace.

Alana instinctively looked up and instantly held her breath.

The man was wrapped in nothing but a pink towel.

The pink towel was very short, barely covering his thighs.

Moreover, the towel was wrapped loosely around him, as if it might fall off at any moment.

He didn’t seem to have dried himself off yet; droplets of water still glistened on his bare skin, giving it a seductive sheen.

Alana gasped, “Ah, you! How could you come out like this?!”

What’s more, the towel he was wearing was the very one she usually used to dry off after her shower.

Now, all wet and glistening, it was being used by a man as a loincloth, covering his private parts!

He had defiled her favorite towel!

Alana was both shocked and furious.

She felt as though her clean, cute, pink bunny-print towel had been sullied for life.

How was she ever going to look at the towel the same?

Stephan, however, was brazen and completely unperturbed. “There aren’t any of my clothes here, so I had no choice but to come out like this.”

Alana was both ashamed and furious. “But you still shouldn’t have used my towel...”

If he didn’t use the towel, what was he supposed to use then?

There was only one towel in the house.

She hadn’t bought a spare one yet.