This mouthful of fruit juice, without any waste, was all sprayed onto He Gu.
"Fuck!" He Gu cursed, spreading his hands and staring at his chest.
The red pitaya juice mixed with passion fruit splattered on his white shirt, looking eerily like a crime scene.
The boy named Xiao Qiu quickly stepped forward and said to He Gu, "Handsome guy, this… do you want to go change your clothes?"
"I'm not here on vacation, where the hell would I get clothes from?" He Gu raged.
Xiao Qiu, eager to help, said, "I have two new shirts that I haven't worn yet, how about you change into one of them?"
At this point, Xiao Qiu was a bit embarrassed, "Of course, my clothes aren't any branded goods, and I don't know if you'd mind…"
