A minute later, Tang Luo was chased out of the room by Han Yuxuan.
He felt like crying but had no tears—what the hell had he done to deserve this? There were bugs, so what? Why the hell did he have to touch it with his hand?
Great, now the perfect situation had collapsed!
Tang Luo shook his head helplessly, went back to his room to change clothes, and prepared to leave.
Upstairs in the room, Han Yuxuan was holding her panties, her pretty face flushed, with a hint of shy anger in her eyes.
"Humph, a pervert is a pervert, what 'little bug'? Such a lame excuse!"
Han Yuxuan huffed, but although she was shyly angry, she didn't feel as mad as she had in front of Tang Luo.
But at that moment, she had to look angry to avoid the embarrassment.
Otherwise, it would have been too awkward.
She glanced at the panties in her hand, a scene flashing through her mind, which made her cheeks even redder.
"What am I thinking about!"