Jane McCain's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately ran to the bedside, diving into the covers.
Perhaps it was because Allen Rivera had been too strict outside just now; she inexplicably felt a sense of guilt as if a school director had arrived.
Once Allen Rivera came in, he immediately locked the room door.
Jane McCain: "..."
Could it be?
… Is he really going to lecture me?
Jane McCain stared at Allen Rivera with her big, clear, watery eyes, looking confused and full of anxiety.
Allen Rivera approached her and asked, "Where are your pants?"
Jane McCain was dazed, "What pants?"
"I'm asking, where did you put your pants?"
"I'm wearing a skirt..."
Allen Rivera looked at her helplessly.
Jane McCain stretched out a hand from under the blanket and pointed in a direction.
Allen Rivera glanced over, saw her clothes draped over the chair, reached out, grabbed the skirt, and dressed Jane McCain.
