Zhao Xue had grabbed at something while trying to sit up from the ground when she suddenly heard Wang Dahai make a strange noise.
"What's wrong with you?"
"You grabbed the wrong place," Wang Dahai said with a wry smile.
"What?"
Only then did Zhao Xue realize that this object felt oddly strange when she grabbed it.
It was hard and bulky, too large for her small hand to fully grasp.
Crucially, it was twitching spasmodically, as if it were alive.
Subconsciously, she jerked it a couple of times, and when she felt hair, she froze in shock.
Then she immediately realized what it was.
"Ah!"
With a cry of alarm, she quickly withdrew her hand, her face burning hot as she said, "You, why did you take off your pants?"
"I didn't take them off. They were pulled down when I got up from you," he said, his face a picture of innocence, adding quickly, "Let me just carry you up."
"Don't..."
She was about to refuse, yet this time Wang Dahai easily lifted her into his arms.