Xu Xiangbei jumped up like a thief caught in the act, shrinking into a corner with a look of terror on his face.
He thought to himself that he hadn't done anything wrong, and straightened his chest to argue his case: "I didn't do anything. Xiao Lin got drunk, and I brought her home. I was just trying to remove her lace dress so it wouldn't get ruined. I was gonna cover her with a blanket, but then I realized something didn't seem right, and then you showed up."
Ouyang Jiahui stared at Xu Xiangbei intensely, her gaze like lightning, and the situation seemed pretty much as Xu Xiangbei described.
She couldn't help but laugh: "You're so dumb. Why didn't you call me to help? Doing it like this could lead to misunderstandings."
Hearing Ouyang Jiahui say this and knowing she believed him, Xu Xiangbei wiped the cold sweat off his forehead: "At that moment, where could I have thought of so much?"
