The situation on the field was extremely awkward, as Song Qian's hand was still under her skirt, and it had already discharged quite a lot of moisture.
These stains had soaked through the skirt and were extremely noticeable. Chen Xiaolong could see everything clearly, which is why he had just made that comment.
"Ah, Xiaolong, why are you here?"
Song Qian exclaimed in surprise, quickly putting her hand behind her back. Her fingers were covered in glistening liquid, and there was a faint fishy scent—she dared not let Chen Xiaolong find out.
However, Song Qian's appearance was too obvious; her blushing face had already made Chen Xiaolong realize that something was amiss.
Now, coupled with her previous actions, Chen Xiaolong had somewhat understood the situation.
"Cough cough, Xi, I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't see anything, really, I didn't see you wet."
Chen Xiaolong hastily coughed, masking the embarrassment in his heart.
