"Waaah."
"I'm dead. I'm really dead."
Huo Wu writhed on the bed, rolling all over it.
Her intense shame left her no other way to vent those feelings.
Her fists were clenched, her little feet drawn tightly together, and her long burgundy hair spread loose across the bed.
"Waaah." After thrashing around for quite a while, Huo Wu buried her head under a pillow and began to cry.
How could she, Huo Wu, be so unlucky?
Was there anything stupider than falling asleep while peeping on other people making love? Even after they finished, she hadn't fled the scene of the crime and had actually let someone carry her back.
Thinking about it, the person who had brought her back probably wasn't anyone else, but Xu Ran.
"Aaaah!" Huo Wu vented her feelings and started crying again.
Just thinking about that scene filled her with unbearable shame. It was nothing short of a massive public humiliation.
Fortunately, she hadn't woken up then. Otherwise, what would she have done if the two of them had ended up staring at each other? They might as well have killed her. She would rather die than experience a scene like that. It was too humiliating.
Die? For an instant, that word occurred to Huo Wu. Only death would put an end to everything. Otherwise, how could she have the face to go on living? After something so humiliating, she might as well die.
Huo Wu's eyes were red as she squirmed back and forth on the bed. Her shapely body, full in front and curved behind, was irresistibly alluring, though she herself hadn't noticed. She still hadn't recovered from the dejection of her social death and was in a foul mood.
"Aaaah. What am I supposed to do?"
As Huo Wu spoke, she started