Xiao Hen had absolutely not expected there to be another person here, and thought about how his entire act of cool toughness, wall-pinning dominance, might all have been witnessed by this woman eating watermelon.
His handsome face flushed red in an instant!
Like a paper tiger that had been pricked, he deflated whoosh whoosh whoosh, unable to put on airs any longer.
Usually, in this kind of situation, both the caught and the catcher would feel equally awkward, but peculiarly, the woman didn't seem embarrassed.
Gu Jiao... wasn't that embarrassed either.
She always adhered to the principle "If I'm not embarrassed, the embarrassed one is someone else."
As a result, in the end, Xiao Hen had to bear it all alone.
His face stayed red up to the roots of his ears, even the slender neck had a blush of rouge.
Xiao Hen went through a grand social death on the spot, wishing he could lose his memory right there and then!
