“Do you own any clothes that isn’t black or grey or navy?” Jing Jing asked, eyeing the contents of Yu Tu’s closet the second time she made the impromptu decision to stay over at his house – this time, without her own luggage, thus the current raiding of his closet.

“White?” he asked, the corner of his lips twitching.

Jing Jing sighed dramatically, before reaching for a pullover (black, of course) and waved away Yu Tu’s concerns that it was not freshly laundered; “It smells like you,” she said with a satisfied smile.