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"Frosty, Frosty, all this is a misunderstanding, you, you please stop crying, okay?" Yves King's face was brimming with awkwardness, and already at fault, he didn't even know where to start. Should he say he wasn't a pervert? Should he say he wasn't hiding here on purpose? Should he say he had no improper thoughts about her? Wouldn't that just make things worse, a clear case of protesting too much?
His emotions were a tangled mess, and finally, all his helplessness turned into a sigh of despair. It had been a long time since he had felt this burning shame, and he never expected to end up in such a situation.
Although Frosty Summer was now a mature woman, in Yves King's memory, she was still the same innocent, 'well-behaved' clueless girl. Today's incident was indeed too outrageous, and judging by her reaction, she couldn't handle it. It might even cause her serious emotional trauma afterwards.
