Her words had barely hit the floor when an eerie silence filled the restroom, so quiet that the sound of a needle dropping could be heard loud and clear.
"Holy shit!!!"
The girl who was holding her tiny hand instinctively let go, rushed to the side to dry-heave, and quickly turned on the faucet to start washing her hands.
"You're so disgusting, not knowing to wash your hands after peeing!" she complained while washing her hands and looking towards Mengmeng with a sense of grievance.
The mere thought that she might have indirectly come into contact with her urine made her feel more than just physically and mentally uncomfortable; every single pore of hers felt uneasy!
"I didn't mean not to wash my hands, it's just that you guys cornered me in the restroom right after I finished peeing…" Mengmeng seemed even more aggrieved.
Her baby-fat cheeks were scrunched up, her nose sadly sniffling, and her almost-tearful expression was truly pitiable.
"..."
So now it's our fault?
