Before Xiaomi Xiaocao could react, Wei Ziang was already standing in front of them.
"Aren't you going to go back and clean up first?"
Wei Ziang raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
Zhang An came to his senses, his face instantly flushed red; just now, she was so frightened she almost lost control.
Being reminded by Wei Ziang, she felt the wet and sticky sensation under her pants, accompanied by a foul smell.
Looking at Xiaomi and Xiaocao again, although Wei Ziang was blocking their view, their noses weren't plugged. Each had one hand covering their noses, the other fanning vigorously.
Especially Xiaocao, who grabbed the fragrant dracaena next to her, and along with Xiaomi, their faces were practically buried in it.
Zhang An's face turned alternately green and pale, then suddenly scooped up his own fragrant dracaena and bolted upright, running off.
