"Um…" He was taken by surprise and the comic book fell out of his hand. It landed on the floor to reveal its contents, which were of quite a few salacious drawings…
The room turned silent…
Deadly silent…
Su Xiaomo felt like a martyr about to be burned at the stake. More than anything else right now, she wished she was holding dynamite instead of a teapot so that she could blow He Jiayu up right here and right now!
No… That was the only word she could think of at that moment.
An Xiaxia looked up at the ceiling and smacked her own forehead. "Well, I don't feel so well… I'm going to take a nap…" Now was the perfect time to scram!
After An Xiaxia excused herself, Su Xiaomo opened her mouth, but didn't know how to talk herself out of this.
He Jiayu calmly picked up the comic book and complimented, "Nice drawings."
"How did you know I drew them?" Su Xiaomo almost slapped herself as soon as she asked that question.
