Phoebe was dumbfounded.

No, it was that dumb drink.

It was on her hair, her face, and everywhere.

The main point here was that there was some pulp in the drink. Forget about her face. Her white fashionable dress was also soaked and had become translucent from the liquid.

And her black, tightfitting undergarment was also clearly visible.

Alex glanced over.

Wow, nice!

It looked to be at least a C or D cup, right?

He couldn’t help but give her a few more glances.

“Oh, how did this happen?”

Phoebe didn’t say anything, as though she had suddenly become mute. Cheryl stood up quickly and reached for the tissue box on the table.

Alex also jumped up at this time. “I’m sorry, so sorry. But you were also too careless. How could you drop the cup? It was too sudden, and I couldn’t catch it. This…”

Then, he reached out his hand in a hurry, rubbing Phoebe’s face.

One big hand directly on her hand, scrub, scrub.

Cheryl was stunned. Her hand froze midair while holding a tissue.

Was this