Chapter 5: The Widow in the Mansion, Part 5

Cheng Xiao returned to his adjacent bedroom with the piece of cloth in hand, only then realizing what he had done. The thin white fabric, having been clenched tightly in his fist, was now crumpled and warmed by his body heat.

His first thought upon seeing it was... if Yu Deng wore this tiny piece of cloth, perhaps the skin of her legs would appear even fairer than the fabric itself. And since the cloth was so small, would it leave a distinct mark on her skin where it pressed?

Cheng Xiao’s expression shifted multiple times before he hastily stuffed the cloth into the bedding, pretending nothing had happened.

Soon after, he heard Yu Deng calling him from the next room.

He opened the door. “Stepmom?”

Yu Deng tugged at the hem of her trousers. “We’re going to keep vigil later, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.”

Cheng Xiao had already heard the system’s notification about the side quest. He wasn’t surprised; when he drew this advantageous identity, he had anticipated what might ensue. The only unexpected element was this stepmother.

“Um...” Yu Deng gestured timidly and whispered, “Do you have an extra pair of leggings?”

She had searched her wardrobe again but found only the single pair—one that had been stolen. She wasn’t sure if it had been taken for washing and not returned. However, Yu Deng was reluctant to ask the butler, so after some thought, she turned to her stepson.

At the mention of this, Cheng Xiao’s gaze involuntarily flicked toward the bedding but quickly withdrew.

After a moment of silence, Cheng Xiao realized there was a faint scent of soap mixed with her own fragrance, making it all the more alluring.

“Stepmom, did you... just take a bath?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Cheng Xiao didn’t rigidly adhere to some outdated notion that one shouldn’t bathe while keeping vigil, especially since they didn’t even know whether the spirit they were watching over was benign or malevolent.

Though, in an infinite world, even bathrooms might hold dangers.

But instead of worrying about an NPC, he figured he should worry about himself as a player.

Yu Deng fiddled with her fingers, her tone a little downcast. “It just feels sticky... really uncomfortable.”

The air was humid, and judging by the dim, overcast sky, it looked like rain was coming soon.

“Stepmom, be careful when you wash these days,” Cheng Xiao said, noticing her cheeks flushed from the steam. “The murderer hasn’t been caught yet.”

“Oh...” Yu Deng acknowledged the logic in his words but wasn’t sure how to explain that she had system reminders.

After pondering how to phrase it, she simply said dryly, “I understand.”

Having replied, she repeated her earlier question.

“No more in your room?” Cheng Xiao almost glanced again toward the bedding.

Yu Deng shook her head. “No, just the one. I don’t know which scoundrel...” She stopped abruptly.

Complaining about a pervert stealing underwear to her stepson felt, well, a little strange.

They exchanged a silent look. Cheng Xiao swallowed, then turned and opened the wardrobe.

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