Is Emo Starting to Spread? (Continued)

If this was Liu Bai's bedroom... then everything made sense.

"...Why would Kafka frame me? We don't have any conflict of interest, do we?"

Fu Xuan's grip on the blanket loosened slightly.

"For fun."

"...?"

"It's just... fun. She thought tossing you onto my bed would be fun."

Liu Bai did not even bother adding the word "probably."

"Ha—!?"

In an instant, Fu Xuan's already somewhat unfavorable impression of Kafka became a very unfavorable one.

Mm, Fu Xuan believed Liu Bai's explanation.

Because... Fu Xuan truly could not think of any reason Kafka would specifically target her, much less with such a childish and malicious setup.

"All right, um... that's what happened. Get dressed."

Liu Bai released Fu Xuan, rose to his feet, and left, giving her some private time.

His stomach, which had only just started feeling better, began to ache again.

Someone at home was always pulling some troublesome stunt that left people in an awkward position.

Liu Bai found it hard to say what mindset this came from... perhaps it was what people called "taking advantage of someone's decency"?

Because they knew he would not do anything, they deliberately played around like this?

If I couldn't control myself, wouldn't this have blown up in my face?!

...Well, maybe it would not have. There would definitely be a whole group of people helping him cover up his crimes without caring about right or wrong.

...All of a sudden, he felt the weight of morality again.

It seemed like a lot of people in this house based their moral standards on him...

"What's wrong, darling? Are you not feeling well?"

Kafka approached Liu Bai with a smile.

"Kafka, you..."

Liu Bai took a deep breath. "...Forget it. My stomach hurts a little. Let me have some peace."

"Is it