Yang PeiMin became obsessed with cleanliness again, her idiosyncratic ailment flaring up once more.
Fortunately, when she arrived, she had brought with her soap and other cleaning supplies. She wiped down her bed inside and out almost ten times, pasted paper on the walls, went downstairs to fetch two bamboo poles to hang up her mosquito net, and then drew three lines to hang a piece of cloth outside the three sides of her bed that faced the wall for the sake of privacy.
Her roommates watched, dumbfounded.
Feng Erxi couldn't help saying, "Pei Min, you're a bit too particular."
Yang PeiMin replied, "Didn't I mention earlier that I tend to toss and turn in my sleep? If you catch a glimpse later, please be understanding."
Except for Liu Yilan, Feng Erxi and the others laughed, "How bad can it be that you have to hide it so tightly?"
Yang PeiMin just smiled without saying anything.
