Chapter 1919 — Mistaken Again
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"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.