Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 221: Poorly Cultivated

The feeling of a beautiful lady’s boudoir is completely different, with a Doraemon living room coffee table carpet, a pink girlish fabric sofa adorned with seven or eight Minion pillows.

Especially the bedroom, which is even more colorfully decorated, with a light yellow Garfield bed, the ceiling painted pink, adorned with purple stars, making one feel as if they were in a kawaii fairy tale world.

However, Xu Xiangbei’s sharp eyes still noticed something that didn’t quite fit into the kawaii fairy tale world.

And that was the alluring intimate clothing lying on the yellow Garfield bed.

Under the strong stimulation of color and allure, Xu Xiangbei felt his hormones surge.

Xiao Lin politely asked, "Would you like some water?"

Xu Xiangbei swallowed and said, "A big glass, please, preferably with some ice cubes."

Xiao Lin took a bottle of mineral water from the fridge and handed it to Xu Xiangbei. After drinking a whole bottle of ice-cold water, the fire in his heart finally calmed down.

When he pushed open the bathroom door, he could see the faucet over the sink continuously spraying water. The flow wasn’t large, but it was enough to soak the bathroom floor.

Xu Xiangbei unexpectedly noticed a purple lace-trimmed dress lying on the pristine bathtub, and the fire he just extinguished flared up again in his head.

Xiao Lin also noticed her dress on the bathtub, her face slightly reddened, and she quickly gathered it up, chuckling awkwardly: "I just changed out of it after bathing last night and forgot to put it in the washing machine."

As soon as she spoke, the atmosphere became even more awkward.

Xu Xiangbei smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking, ’Miss, you could just gather up the clothes, no need to tell me you changed out of them after showering last night, which makes me inevitably imagine the scene of you showering last night. How am I supposed to cope with that?’

Xu Xiangbei pretended not to hear, just lowering his head to check the leaking faucet. He quickly pinpointed the problem.

It seemed the rubber gasket inside had aged. All it needed was to remove the faucet, wrap some plumber’s tape, and reassemble it.

"It’s a small problem. Do you have tools here? A big wrench, plumber’s tape, and stuff?"

Xiao Lin showed a puzzled expression; it seemed she had never heard these terms before.

In her apartment, you could find expensive cosmetics, brand-name bags, high-end clothes, and cute outfits, just not any big wrenches or plumber’s tape.

Xu Xiangbei was helpless, thinking there is no way to make a clever housewife without rice; without tools, he couldn’t do anything.

"Are there any estate management people? They should have these things; with the tools, I can fix it in no time."

Checking his exquisite watch, it was just past noon, and Xiao Lin’s elegant face showed helplessness as she shrugged, "The management office might be off duty now. They won’t start working until 2:30."

"When your faucet or light bulb goes out, who usually fixes them?"

"It’s Sister Ouyang; she can fix anything."

Thinking of something, Xu Xiangbei smiled and said, "I’ll go check Ouyang Jiahui’s apartment to see if she has these tools. Wait for me; I’ll be back shortly."

Ouyang Jiahui truly is a wonder woman. As expected, in her apartment, Xu Xiangbei found a toolbox filled with various hardware tools.

With a cheerful tune, Xu Xiangbei carried the toolbox to the door, feeling a sudden urge to know what Gu Xinyan was doing, and he glanced back.

The bedroom door was tightly shut, and elegant music was coming from inside. It was the music she typically listened to while reading, suggesting that she was engaged in a book.

Raising his eyebrows, Xu Xiangbei’s thoughts were completely focused on the charming and beautiful Xiao Lin, silently chanting his motto in his heart, to serve the beauty and relish the joy.

After turning off the main water valve, Xu Xiangbei removed the faucet, wrapped white plumber’s tape around it. Xiao Lin stood beside him curiously watching, her eyes filled with admiration.

Retightening the faucet and reopening the main water valve, the faucet no longer leaked.

Xiao Lin was overjoyed: "Thank you, Dr. Xu, you’ve been busy till now. Why don’t I treat you to dinner?"

With a beautiful woman offering dinner, Xu Xiangbei was secretly delighted, though outwardly he feigned indifference: "It’s just fixing a faucet; it’s nothing at all, a piece of cake. Who needs to be treated for that? Which restaurant has the best food around here?"

Xiao Lin turned on the faucet and washed her fair, delicate hands: "There’s a Northeastern restaurant downstairs; their braised pork bones are really delicious."

Happily, Xu Xiangbei put the tools back into the toolbox, ready to go out for dinner with the beauty.

Suddenly, with a loud pop, the handle of the faucet shot off like a volcanic eruption, hitting the ceiling and then crashing back down onto the tiles.

With the handle gone, the faucet turned into a high-pressure fountain, the water shooting straight up into the air.

While washing her hands, Xiao Lin was suddenly sprayed with water in the face and fell backward. Xu Xiangbei quickly moved to catch her.

The bathroom floor was drenched, and just as he caught Xiao Lin, Xu Xiangbei also slipped, and the two fell backward together.

Behind him was a basin full of tap water, probably placed to catch the water spouting from the faucet to prevent the floor from getting wet.

Xu Xiangbei landed right in the basin with a splash, sending water flying into the air, leaving him and Xiao Lin drenched like rats.

The plastic basin used to collect water shattered under Xu Xiangbei’s weight.

Xiao Lin was soaked through, her sheer dress turning nearly transparent, adding to her alluring charm.

Xiao Lin’s short pleated skirt had hiked up to her waist, revealing two long, water-soaked legs, as fair and graceful as peeled lotus roots.

What made it even harder for Xu Xiangbei to endure was that he had his arms around Xiao Lin’s slender waist.

Her supple waist was soft and almost boneless.

Xu Xiangbei’s eyes widened, experiencing a particularly delicate feeling, noticing her skin was smooth and cool, soft and fine.

Xiao Lin spat out the water in her mouth, trying to quickly climb off Xu Xiangbei.

Yet as she tried to stand, her little foot slipped again, sending her back down onto Xu Xiangbei.

This happened three or four times, and Xu Xiangbei nearly coughed up blood from her repeated landings.

Xu Xiangbei was also drenched, his clothes clinging to him, pants included, leaving him in a sorry state.

With difficulty, Xu Xiangbei managed to get up, retreating from the bathroom. Still reluctant, he turned back to explain, hoping for another chance.

"Miss Xiao, it’s not that I didn’t fix it well, it’s just that your faucet is too badly damaged. You need to replace it."