However, this was just a minor incident, and I didn't take it to heart.
Yet, what I didn't expect was that, the next day as I was strolling around the neighborhood, I inadvertently picked up a thong.
I looked up and figured it must belong to the household nearby, as there was a matching bra hanging on their balcony.
At that time, I didn't think much of it and just took the thong and knocked on the household's door.
"Who is it?"
Soon, the door opened, revealing a familiar face.
When I saw her face, I couldn't help but be startled.
The woman was startled too.
Then, she noticed the thong in my hand, and her face instantly turned as red as her neck.
But it wasn't embarrassment, it was anger and contempt.
"What, you creepy pervert, wasn't peeping enough last time, now you're here to steal my underwear? Are you sick or what, you filthy rogue, ew!"
She glared at me fiercely, cursing at me nastily, just like the last time.
