In an instant, her face turned as wretched as if she had swallowed a fly.
An indescribable liquid was trickling down her leg. A large patch of her evening gown was already soaked, and there was a puddle gathering on the ground right beneath her feet.
Shen Mengmeng stood frozen in horror, utterly at a loss. Why had her body suddenly stopped responding to her will? How could she possibly have wet herself in public? What about her pure fairy-like image? What was she supposed to do now?!
Chapter 131