Purple reluctantly took her feet down, feeling incredibly awkward.
She should have known, always walking by the river, how could her shoes remain dry... With so many eyes in the house, Alexander still didn't restrain himself, and sooner or later someone would notice.
Thinking of this, Purple couldn't help but give Alexander a blaming glare.
Luckily, Alexander had his back to Atra, his body blocking some of her view. The siblings were fooling around; hopefully, Atra hadn't seen too much, right?
Although she thought this, Purple still felt incredibly guilty and called out to Atra a bit breathlessly, "Mom..."
But Atra seemed even more embarrassed than Purple.
She stood at the door holding the washed grapes, frozen in place, her instinct was to step back, but then she thought retreating might make the situation even more embarrassing. Atra had no choice but to steel herself and walk over—
