Chapter 29: I Need to Pee

Having a beautiful woman do your laundry ought to be one of life’s little pleasures. Although Fatty’s phone call left Li Huan feeling nauseous, it couldn’t dampen his good mood. He played a few rounds of games, but because of his injured hand, failed to keep up and was scolded as a “deadweight.” He didn’t mind, happily climbed into bed, and slept soundly.

Li Huan had taken leave from class, so he didn’t need to get up early. Yet he was awakened by the urge to pee, his lower abdomen feeling bloated. He tossed and turned in bed for ten minutes before he couldn’t hold it anymore. Checking the time—only six-thirty—he thought Su Dieyi wouldn’t be up yet. He threw on a T-shirt, kept on his boxer briefs, and hurriedly pushed open the door, rushing toward the bathroom in the living room.

As expected, the living room was quiet, Su Dieyi’s door firmly shut. Li Huan tiptoed into the bathroom, relieved himself at the toilet, grinning from sheer comfort.

Midway through, Li Huan began humming “I Am a Little Bird.” But before he could sing another line, something felt off. He seemed to hear a door open. Turning his head, he saw Su Dieyi enter the bathroom, dressed in a semi-transparent nightgown, her chest faintly outlined with two delicate points. Her face still bore the haze of sleep—probably not fully awake—so she didn’t notice someone else was in the bathroom. She walked in, lifted her nightgown, revealing the white panties underneath.

“I need to pee…” Su Dieyi, perhaps muddled from sleep, half-closed her eyes, her long lashes fluttering cutely. She had just hooked her fingers around the waistband of her panties and was halfway through pulling them down when she suddenly sensed something was wrong. She snapped her eyes fully open and saw Li Huan standing at the toilet, his backside exposed, with the sound of water splashing echoing around.

Li Huan was startled too, his stream abruptly stopping. Seeing Su Dieyi stand frozen behind him, her expression dazed, as if she hadn’t yet grasped what was happening, hands still clutching her panties at her thighs, the nightgown revealing snowy skin, a smooth flat belly, and the faint outline of a mysterious triangle. Below that, her legs—beautiful, slender, slightly parted—were alluring.

The intense visual shock left Li Huan petrified, his body moving mechanically as he turned around and blurted out, “What a coincidence, you need to pee too?”

“Ah…”

Li Huan’s voice seemed to jolt Su Dieyi awake. What she’d thought was a mistaken vision became horrifyingly real as she found Li Huan’s lower half pointed right at her. In a panic, she grabbed a towel from the nearby rack and hurled it at him, then fled in embarrassment.

Li Huan caught the towel, which still carried a faint fragrance. Glancing at it—pink, with a Winnie the Pooh motif—he knew it belonged to Su Dieyi. Luckily, it hadn’t hit anything private. As she ran out, her calf struck the door, almost sending her sprawling. Li Huan wanted to help her up, but given his own awkward state, didn’t dare make a move.

Being interrupted halfway through relieving himself was truly unpleasant. Li Huan closed the bathroom door and tried to continue, but after the earlier shock, it took a long time for him to finish, sweating from the strain. He’d never realized peeing could be so painful.

Exiting the bathroom, he found the living room empty—Su Dieyi had probably retreated to her room out of embarrassment. Li Huan chuckled, scratched his head, and returned to his bedroom to change clothes. When he came out, Su Dieyi was already sitting on the sofa, clutching a cloth doll and poking it fiercely with her finger.

It was rare to see a gentle, lovely woman showing such girlish petulance. Li Huan felt a sudden spark of delight. But when he noticed a piece of paper with his name stuck to the doll’s head, cold sweat broke out—Su Dieyi was venting her anger on him via the doll.

Hearing movement behind her, Su Dieyi quickly hid the doll behind her. When Li Huan sat down, she finally looked up, her cheeks flushed like the deep glow of a summer sunset, radiant and alluring.

Li Huan stared, dumbfounded, until Su Dieyi’s voice brought him back to his senses. She seemed deeply concerned about the morning’s incident in the bathroom, blushing as she glared at him. “Why did you get up so early?”

“Uh… was it really early?” Li Huan scratched his head, unsure how to answer. Who could have guessed they’d both need the bathroom at the same time? Besides, the sound of him peeing was pretty loud—she just hadn’t noticed!

“Why didn’t you lock the door?” Su Dieyi pressed on, her face reddening once more. She hadn’t expected such an embarrassing moment, especially after seeing his “caterpillar.”

“I did!” Li Huan’s face twitched, his own nerves showing as he lied.

“It wasn’t locked…” Su Dieyi bit her lip, furious. She’d suffered such humiliation and he hadn’t even apologized!

“I didn’t expect you to need the bathroom!” Li Huan protested, standing his ground. Wasn’t it him who’d been exposed? Thinking about it, he raised an eyebrow and said, “Looks like I’m the one at a loss—you saw my backside last time, and now you’ve seen the front!”

“….” Su Dieyi opened her mouth but found herself unable to retort. Li Huan was right—she had indeed seen his… well, whatever. But do men really feel at a disadvantage about such things? Clearly she was the one aggrieved!

“You pervert, scoundrel—make your own breakfast!” Su Dieyi’s cheeks blushed prettily, and she dared not stay in front of Li Huan any longer, fearing she’d lose control and explode.

When Su Dieyi slammed the door and left, Li Huan finally breathed easy, suddenly feeling a bit shameless. But it was better than having her think of him as some depraved creep!

Of course, being called a pervert and a scoundrel wasn’t exactly flattering.

With Su Dieyi gone, there was no breakfast. Li Huan had no choice but to eat out alone. The residential complex he rented in was a bit old, but well located. The area was under city planning, and real estate giants had already developed several mid- to high-end buildings. Surrounding amenities were quite complete.

There was a street dedicated to breakfast stalls, popular among office workers. Business was always booming. Li Huan ordered soy milk, fried dough sticks, and a small plate of vegetables, eating with relish. Beside him sat a young man in a suit, a briefcase on his lap, eating hurriedly.

Li Huan glanced at him, imagining that his own life would someday be like this: wearing serious attire, rushing about in a city he’d lived in for three years yet still found unfamiliar, worrying about buying a house, a car, getting married and raising children. Such a life wasn’t as happy or free as he’d once envisioned.

Affected by others, Li Huan’s emotions surged, but he refused to let reality oppress him. At least for now, his life was relatively relaxed—if only not for the recent troubles.

After breakfast, Li Huan got up to pay. Just then, a startled cry rang out from the street. A girl in a high school uniform ran out in panic, frequently looking back, as though afraid of being chased.

Li Huan didn’t pay much attention, only glanced over. The girl, flustered, looked behind her and then, turning back, collided right into Li Huan’s arm.

Unprepared, Li Huan stumbled, his arm shaking and dropping a ten-yuan bill to the ground. The high school girl, blocked, twisted her ankle and fell forward.

The crowd gasped, and a commotion arose as several youths in bizarre clothing rushed up, cursing as if someone had stolen their money.

Li Huan's hand was still healing and the collision stung, but seeing the girl tumble two meters ahead, he paused his move to retrieve the money, frowning in confusion—why was she so frantic this early?

He walked over, reaching out to help her up, but the girl’s panicked gaze darted away, refusing his help. She turned, braced herself against the ground, and tried to get up.

Li Huan felt slightly awkward—was he being too forward? Still, he didn’t mind and was about to leave when a curse sounded from the noisy crowd.

“Damn it, get out of my way—” The youths who had chased the girl saw her fall and rushed over, the leader seeing Li Huan interfering. Without hesitation, he jumped and kicked at Li Huan’s lower back.

People around here often heed a principle: wherever you are, mind your own business, or trouble will find you.

Li Huan didn’t think he was meddling—after all, it was the girl who’d collided with him and fallen. It wasn’t directly related, but he felt sympathy and wanted to help. He hadn’t realized the youths were after the high school girl. Sensing a chill at his back, his good reflexes made him dodge aside, and he kicked out, hitting the attacker’s thigh.

The youth was shocked—he hadn’t expected Li Huan to dodge and retaliate. His thigh burned with pain, as if broken. Losing balance in midair, he crashed down, face-first into a dirty puddle of spicy soup.