Gongsun Ce immediately closed his eyes and raised his hand to cover his face.
Even telekinesis was of no help; rolling up the liquid that used to be clothing to splash on her would only make the atmosphere even more awkward, not to mention it was tactile!
He could totally imagine what would happen next: the puppet-like girl's face turning as red as a ripe shrimp. Resigned to his fate, Gongsun Ce lowered his hand and desperately used telekinesis to suppress the activity in certain parts of his body.
"So, you called Mr. Gongsun over bright and early in the morning," Gongsun Ce tried to say some nonsense to lighten the mood, "as a display of the health and beauty of a young woman?"
"——Pervert!"
The sound of the slap this morning was even louder than last night.
Half an hour later, Gongsun Ce, with a swollen face, said helplessly,
"Even though I am 0% responsible, don't you have 100% of the fault?"
