TEEOGLB Chapter 44: Xiumei Bathes, No Peeking Allowed
"Oh my!"
Wang Dali was speechless, raising his hands in surrender towards the camera, muttering, "Dear audience, don't call me a pervert, or say I'm worse than one. I'm actually a relatively upright person. Under everyone's comprehensive supervision, I'll just endure it!"
"Haha, poor Dali, suffering in silence—"
"That mosaic is so excessive, blurring Xiumei's image—"
"This is the first time I've hated mosaic—"
"Respect and sympathy for Dali—"
"Dali, don't pretend to be a saint—"
"Exactly, Xiumei is clearly beckoning to you—"
Wang Dali recited mantras in his mind, trying to keep his thoughts in check, not daring to let his mind wander, ignoring the flood of comments from the audience.
Because at this moment, the audience would undoubtedly stir things up.
Not stirring things up would be against human nature.
"Oppa, help me dry my clothes!" Xiumei called out, and one by one, clothes flew in from behind, landing on Wang Dali's head, leaving him soaked.
Damn, this Xiumei, she wants me to dry her washed clothes? Why doesn't she let me help her bathe?
Wang Dali silently complained.
He really hated why he couldn't turn off the super camera.
"Oh my, those are Xiumei's clothes, and they ended up on Dali's head—"
"Dali, you pervert, what are you doing with Xiumei's clothes for so long—"
"Dry them quickly, or else you'll be immediately killed for your dirty thoughts—"
"Yes, Wang Dali, if you dare to be lecherous towards our national sister, prepare to be criticized to death—"
"Wang Dali, if you lech after Xiumei, do you still want to continue broadcasting—"
Wang Dali could only laugh wryly.
Who are these people? Their mouths are so venomous, as if they were big bad wolves themselves.
Alright, it's just Xiumei's clothes, right?
I'll just hold onto them, and can they bite me then? Heh heh, I'll just hold onto them, let everyone envy me!
Wang Dali confidently placed the clothes on a tree branch near the campfire to dry.
Behind him, came the sound of Xiumei playing in the water.
This made Wang Dali's imagination run wild.
Damn, this is really getting my blood boiling. If it weren't for being under the gaze of millions of people, if this were a dark and stormy night, maybe I would have acted like a beast.
Wang Dali felt tears welling up in his eyes.
Not out of emotion, but out of helplessness.
"Oppa, is it dry yet? I'm done bathing!" Xiumei called out.
"Oh, uh, not yet, I was just checking if it's dry, um, it's ready now, here you go!"
"Wait, Oppa, are you being honest? Don't turn around!"
Wang Dali froze, embarrassedly saying, "Alright, alright, Xiumei, how could you treat Oppa like this? You know, we've been through thick and thin together, don't you trust Oppa?"
"Xiumei trusts Oppa, but Xiumei trusts even more that all men in the world are the same. My mom said, I can't let you guys have any improper thoughts!" Xiumei chuckled triumphantly.
Damn!
Wang Dali silently cursed. Well, it seems like she has strict upbringing.
"Here, come and take it!" Wang Dali handed the clothes behind him.
"Okay!" Xiumei swam over, ready to come ashore.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, Xiumei screamed, a horrifying sound.
"Xiumei!"
Wang Dali was startled, realizing Xiumei might be under attack. If there were a big snake in the water or something, that would be terrible!
Wang Dali jumped up, rushing towards the pond.
Xiumei was half-submerged, frantically reaching around, lifting her hand to reveal a three-leaf insect!
"Xiumei, are you alright? It's not a big snake—"
Wang Dali's voice abruptly stopped, a nosebleed flowing out, his eyes unable to look away from Xiumei's body.
"Ah!"
Xiumei screamed, submerged in the water, yelling, "Oppa, you're so bad, turn around quickly—"
"I'm sorry, Xiumei, I thought you were under attack, I didn't think—trust me, I didn't see anything, it's true."
Wang Dali laughed awkwardly, turning away.
"Pervert, Wang Dali, I misjudged you—"
"I'll kill you, Dali, if you dare to defile our Xiumei—"
"Dali, you're so bad—"
"Dali, if you want to see, come to our country, I can show you, I'm your loyal fan—"
"Dali, Xiumei isn't that great, I have what she has too—"
"The broadcaster is really funny, if I were him, I'd admit it openly. What era is it? Taking a glance won't make you lose a piece of meat—"
"Yeah, Xiumei probably wouldn't even blame you—"
Wang Dali couldn't defend himself, raising his hands to the camera, helplessly saying, "Dear viewers, the righteous are always righteous. I, Wang Dali, am not someone who takes advantage of others' vulnerabilities."
After a while, Xiumei finished dressing, pouting and complaining, "Oppa, I believe in you, it's all my fault for screaming randomly!"
"It's okay, Xiumei, you just want to scream more, don't you?"
"Oppa—"
Xiumei put her hands on her hips, yelling loudly.
Wang Dali rubbed his ears, shivering. Wow, Xiumei's volume is really something, and of course, her fury is equally impressive!