Mu Donglin stared in disbelief at what was presented before him.
Right in the middle of the manly dark-colored cotton sheet was a white stain. It had dried to form a stiff patch.
There were smaller stains here and there, but he couldn't be bothered with those.
Immediately, he said in denial, "That's not possible!"
It couldn't be, it was impossible!
He was a man, it would have been impossible for him to not have felt anything!
It was impossible…
However, Lin Kerou, who was now clutching the blanket and crying pitifully, didn't look like she was faking it all.
The evidence on the sheet before him was becoming an eyesore, it was making him sick!
Somewhat exhausted, he clutched his own head. Lin Kerou's sobbing further agitated him, and he shouted furiously, "Shut up!"
She fell silent in fright, looking lost and panicked.
