Chapter 221, Old Clothes (Part )
In October, the scorching heat gradually faded away.

After much tossing and turning, Zhuo finally bought his first iPhone. The high price of $599 almost emptied out all the New Year's money he had been saving since kindergarten.

His original idea was: iPhone 2 will be released next year anyway, and it will have many more features and a more advanced model, so why not wait a little longer.

But then I thought again: If I buy iPhone 2, will iPhone 3, iPhone 4, iPhone 4s... be far behind?
This way you will never make up your mind.

So I made up my mind and bought this white iPhone.

Although the model was still relatively backward compared to the ones he used in his previous life, he was still very happy that he could finally use a smartphone.

After receiving the text message "The goods have arrived at the store, please pick them up as soon as possible", Zhuo went out in high spirits.

……

After getting his phone and returning home, Zhuo found Ling wearing his sweatshirt.

Not long ago, I was in a hurry to go out because I was washing my clothes, and I saw that the weather outside was gloomy and it looked like it might rain at any time.

So I asked Ling to drive me there.

However, Zero refused with the legitimate reason that "If it really rains, I need to stay home to collect the clothes", and then gave him the car keys directly.

Since the clothes collected were Zhuo's own clothes, Zhuo couldn't complain about anything.

But asking him to drive... I'm sorry, he doesn't have a driver's license and he doesn't dare.

He doesn't have a nanny team to help him clean up the mess. If he is caught by the police for driving without a license, he will never be able to drive again in his life.

So I chose to walk.

And then, it’s now.

Zero put on the sweatshirt he had hung out to dry.

The sweatshirt should have been dry, so there was nothing strange about Ling holding the sweatshirt in his hand, but what surprised Zhuo was that Ling actually put it on.

"…Why did you put it on?"

"This one, yes."

"what?"

"Feel sorry."

Zero solemnly stood up from the sofa, bowed to him and apologized.

This made Zhuo panic. He had no intention of blaming Ling, nor did he have that intention. He just asked casually, so he quickly added: "I'm not angry with you."

"Why are you wearing my clothes?"

Did you take a shower because you were sweating from doing housework? Or was it because you were accidentally splashed with water?
Just asking.

Not blaming.

"Well," Ling tilted his head and looked at him with inquiring eyes, "Should I say it was out of curiosity... When I was sorting out the clothes I collected, I was thinking that your clothes were too big... and then I didn't realize it and it became like this."

"That's it."

Zhuo nodded suddenly...bullshit!

What a reason!
There was a time when Ling was injured and was carried home by him all wet. That day, she sat on the sofa in her wet clothes all night!
So this is Zero's first time wearing his clothes, so of course he'd be a little concerned!

However, it was Ling who had always been responsible for washing Zhuo's clothes... including his underwear... so at this stage, he wouldn't feel ashamed just because Ling wore his clothes.

I just think it's ridiculous.

Zhuo sat on the sofa and asked, "What do you think after putting it on?" Ling sat down again and nodded towards him:
"...Sure enough, you are quite tall."

"Of course. After all, my height is considered outstanding in the class."

As far as boys are concerned, Zhuo is quite tall, while Ling's height is average for girls, and Nihong's average height is around 1.5 meters.

In addition to this, Zero also has a very slender and slim physique.

Due to the physical difference between the two, when Zero wore Zhuo's clothes, the sleeves and hem were much longer, and now Zero looked like he was wearing a dress.

Ling let her long sleeves hang down, her body looked quite petite and cute. Moreover, the girl he liked was actually wearing her clothes in front of him. This situation made Zhuo feel that Ling was even more adorable.

"This is the desire for possession and control." Zhuo still understood it.

However, compared to the strange way Zero hunched his shoulders in the past, it still made Zhuo laugh. I don't know if Zero noticed Zhuo's gentle gaze. She asked Zhuo questions in confusion.

"What's wrong."

"Nothing, because you always wear it, and because you always wear it, I was wondering if you like this dress very much."

"This is because……"

"Just wear it home like this. I don't mind at all."

Zhuo tried to ask jokingly, and then Ling closed his mouth tightly and remained silent.

Is this a joke too much?
Well, Zhuo also admitted that he had some selfish motives behind this joke. After all, wearing his own clothes and returning to the nanny group was also a signal to declare his sovereignty... although it was a bit childish.

Zhuo felt regretful and looked in the direction of Ling. He found that Ling was holding the hem of her skirt (the corner of her sweatshirt) like a shy little girl, staring at that place, and then looking up at Zhuo.

“…Then let’s decide.”

"Eh?"

"You said that yourself."

"Wait, wait, I did say that, and I don't mind..." Zhuo Zhang didn't say anything: If you go back wearing my clothes, what will Jiude Mai and Su Enxi think? What will Lu Mingze think... In this case, he could only say: "...But this dress is a little big for you, right? And it's an old dress."

"I'll wear it as pajamas."

Ling said in a tone as calm as Ningbo Shisui, then turned his face back and decided the matter.

For Zhuo, giving Ling a piece of his own clothing was not a big deal, but Zhuo really wanted to ask: You wore my clothes as pajamas, and in front of those two people... Is it really okay?

If he was a boyfriend, it would be understandable, but Zhuo is just a buddy with covetous intentions!

Moreover, his covetous intentions were already known to everyone.

Although he thought so in his mind, Ling seemed to be more stubborn than he had imagined, as if he was angry with Zhuo and became more obsessed with this dress.

Perhaps it was because Zhuo stared at her too directly that Ling misunderstood that he was going to snatch the clothes away.

Ling took off his shoes again and stepped on the sofa, curled up his legs, wrapped his arms around his calves, and rolled himself up into an iron wall.

…I have absolutely no intention of giving up this dress.

Seeing her like this, Zhuo thought to himself that it was better to just forget it and give it to her.

He took one last look at Zero, who was hugging his body tightly to protect his sweatshirt, and looking down on him with his peripheral vision.

Zhuo smiled bitterly and shook his head.

(End of this chapter)