Chapter 126 What Does Yin Siyao Really Mean?

Ever since Leng Keyan had delivered the cake, Bai Youyu’s appearances in the orthopedics department had noticeably increased.

Sometimes she came to deliver a document, sometimes to chat with her best friend Tang Lan, and she often carried a few cups of milk tea.

“Lanlan, I brought this for you—your favorite taro boba.”

Bai Youyu’s voice was sweet. Then she handed another cup to Leng Keyan, her cheeks slightly flushed. “Keyan, this is for you too, I brought it along.”

Once could be considered incidental, twice could be coincidence. But as the number of times increased, even Dr. Liu—the slowest observer in orthopedics—noticed something was up.

Cafeteria.

Dr. Liu munched on a chicken leg, smiling as he teased: “Keyan, not bad! Are you dating that gorgeous neurosurgery intern?”

“I was wondering why you haven’t been clinging to Dr. Yin lately. Turns out you have other interests.”

Dr. Liu chuckled to himself. “Kids growing up, that’s good, that’s good. Campus romances are the purest—you’d better seize the chance. Once you start working for real, you won’t even have time to date.”

Keyan’s heart skipped a beat as his gaze flicked toward Yin Siyao, who sat quietly across the table, eating.

Yin Siyao’s eyes were downcast, long lashes hiding any emotion, slowly picking up a piece of vegetable.

It was as if the noisy chatter and teasing around him had nothing to do with him; his expression remained indifferent, showing unmistakable disinterest in the topic.

Keyan’s urge to explain was instantly extinguished by Yin Siyao’s cold, detached demeanor.

Keyan said concisely, “We’re just classmates. We planned to travel to K City together during the holidays, that’s why we’ve been in touch more.”

Dr. Liu became even more enthusiastic. “I’m telling you, traveling is perfect for building a relationship. By the time you come back, you’ll definitely be a sweet couple.”

Tang Lan joined in, teasing: “Keyan is the recognized campus heartthrob of A University, and Youyu is the campus beauty. Beauty and heartthrob, it’s meant to be!”

Colleagues around them laughed good-naturedly.

Keyan felt red-faced and extremely embarrassed.

Instinctively, he looked at Yin Siyao again—still no reaction. Only his eating seemed to speed up slightly; his rice bowl emptied quickly.

Just as Keyan felt lost, Liao Xubai put down his chopsticks. “Tang Lan, instead of meddling in others’ gossip, why not study some professional books and improve your skills?”

His tone was calm, yet carried an unmistakable authority.

Tang Lan immediately went quiet, shrinking back, not daring to tease further.

Keyan hadn’t expected Liao Xubai to intervene on his behalf.

After work, Keyan lingered, slowly packing up. Just as he was about to leave, Yin Siyao called him.

“Wait a moment.”

“Dr. Yin?” Keyan turned around, a bit surprised, with a hint of hidden hope.

Yin Siyao’s expression remained neutral. He took a clean paper bag from his locker and handed it over.

“These are the clothes you left at my place when you were injured. I forgot to return them.”

“Ah… thank you, Dr. Yin.”

Keyan took the bag. His small hope deflated, replaced by a hollow disappointment.

It was just returning clothes.

He carried the bag back to Lu Er’s villa listlessly, collapsed onto the soft bed, and sent Yin Siyao a message:

[Dr. Yin, thank you. [cute smile.jpg]]

After sending it, he placed his phone on his chest, waiting… but the screen never lit up again.

Sighing, Keyan got up, resigned, and went to wash the clothes.

In the laundry room, he emptied the bag.

He froze.

Among the familiar sportswear were three pairs of underwear and two pairs of socks.

That wasn’t even the most shocking part.

The three pairs of underwear, each a different color, were folded meticulously into neat little squares, corners sharp.

Even the two pairs of socks were rolled into tiny, square “buns,” placed perfectly orderly.

All the clothing smelled fresh and clean, clearly sun-dried.

Keyan’s mind crashed for three seconds.

Trembling, he picked up a folded gray underwear, sniffed cautiously.

A faint, familiar jasmine scent filled his nose.

Not convinced, he sniffed a rolled sock.

It smelled like fresh lemon.

A surge of blood rushed to his head. Keyan’s face, ears, and neck turned crimson in an instant.

During the month he stayed at Yin Siyao’s to recover, he knew Yin Siyao had mild OCD—personal clothes were never put in the washing machine.

Underwear and socks were hand-washed separately.

The underwear used jasmine tea-scented hand wash, and the socks were washed with lemon-scented heavy-duty detergent.

In other words, Yin Siyao not only washed his intimate clothes but hand-washed his underwear and socks?

“Ahhhhh!”

Keyan internally screamed like a silent groundhog, overwhelmed by shame like a tidal wave.

Suddenly realizing something, he hurriedly took off his shoes and socks, sniffed his feet.

Just a faint sweat smell.

Would Yin Siyao dislike it when washing his socks?

Too embarrassing… this was the ultimate social death moment.

If only he had washed his clothes immediately after showering.

Keyan sat on the laundry room floor with the fragrant clothes, sinking into deep, half-hour-long self-isolation.

His mind involuntarily replayed the scene: Yin Siyao’s long, clean, elegant fingers carefully hand-washing these intimate items at the sink.

The impact was too strong.

After a long time, the heat in his face finally cooled slightly.

Keyan sent another message to Yin Siyao:

[Dr. Yin, thank you so much for washing my clothes, really sorry for troubling you. [kneel in thanks.jpg]]

This time, Yin Siyao replied quickly.

Still concise:

[Dirty clothes breed bacteria if not cleaned promptly. I have OCD, so I washed them.]

Keyan quickly typed back:

[My fault. I’ll change from now on. I won’t pile dirty clothes anymore, I swear. [serious swear.jpg]]

Heart pounding, staring at the screen, he felt both anticipation and fear.

However, Yin Siyao didn’t reply again.

Looking at the hand-washed underwear and socks, then at the cold reply on his phone, Keyan’s emotions were a mess.

What exactly does Yin Siyao mean?

On one hand, he clearly refuses and distances himself, even planning to get engaged to someone else. On the other hand, he hand-washes Keyan’s intimate clothes.

This extreme contrast and pull left Keyan’s heart completely tangled once more.