The two people were in a standoff. Gong Xiaoyu's hand got tired, her chopsticks loosened, and a quail egg fell onto Yue Xiaoyang's... crotch.
The egg mischievously rolled a few times.
Hmm, the egg... quail egg...
The air suddenly went silent.
Gong Xiaoyu stared blankly at his crotch, her brain flashed inappropriate images, and a big drop of cold sweat slid down the back of her head.
This is so awkward! So embarrassingly awkward!
Yue Xiaoyang held his breath, his heart started to race.
His gaze turned dangerous. He reclined on the sofa, shamelessly saying, "Help me clean my pants."
Gong Xiaoyu's facial muscles twitched a few times. Why is he acting like he's at her mercy?
Yue Xiaoyang thought to himself, I've already laid down, it's unreasonable if there's no further development.
Gong Xiaoyu, indifferent, said, "You can just change pants after you shower later."
"I already showered today, these are my sleeping pants."
