Gong Juechen suddenly sniffed hard, then pretended to cry and said, "It wasn't me who took it off, someone else did it for me, thinking I was a flower to be picked. But they didn't realize I was a man..."
An Jing: "..."
Xiao Changyi: "..."
Four little ones were even more confused: "Uncle Chenchen is a person, not a flower. Why would someone pick Uncle Chenchen as a flower?"
Gong Juechen sniffed again, continuing his sob story: "Who knows how that person's eyes work, in broad daylight, in this clear and righteous world, he dared touch a man like me—utterly heartless and mad."
An Jing: "..."
Xiao Changyi: "..."
Gong Juechen kept up his wailing: "If you're going to pick, just pick. But after stripping off my clothes and finding out I'm a man, you actually stopped picking and even wanted to kill me. Where's the justice in that... where is the justice..."
Unable to bear it any longer, Xiao Changyi interjected sharply, "Put your clothes back on."
