Song Chi held Si Chen's hand, with that pair of trousers draped over him.
More precisely, they were draped over an indescribable part of him.
A breeze blew, lifting the trouser legs and leaving what lay beneath flickering in and out of view.
Xie Changsheng sat on the ground catching his breath. The sight of Song Chi in that state sent his temper flaring.
"Put the damn things on already!"
Only then did Song Chi snap out of it.
He scrambled to pull the trousers on, only to stick his leg down the wrong trouser leg halfway through.
He pulled it out and tried again.
Zhou Yan covered his face, unable to bear the sight.
While tying his waistband, Song Chi secretly glanced around...
Luo Qingyin had long since turned her face away, her eyes fixed on a distant cloud as though it were some peerless vista.
The unfamiliar girl was even more extreme. She had her back turned completely, her sleeves covering her face, even the tips of her ears red.
Gray Gray crouched nearby, donkey head tilted, eyes filled with unmistakable disdain.
Even Si Chen wore a rare, complicated expression as Song Chi put his trousers on.
Song Chi's heart lurched.
I'm done for.
He remembered everything.
From landing in the Market, to being hunted, to being surrounded by four old men, to reciting poetry while undergoing Tribulation Transcendence...
Then chasing a Golden Immortal around hacking at him, charging into the crowd and attacking indiscriminately, and spending those two hours chasing and beating Xie Changsheng...
Every scene was crystal clear.
Thick-skinned as he was, he was now drowning in shame.
Especially after "baring everything" before several of his close friends.
What do I do?
"I..."
He opened his mouth, hoping to say something to salvage the situation, something