Han Luoqi was clutching her stomach, bent over slightly, beads of cold sweat trickling down her forehead, with a look of both discomfort and embarrassment.
"Luoqi, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Yali hurriedly went to support her, but as she approached, there was another resounding 'pfft—', followed by a foul odor.
Yali meant well by trying to support her, but suddenly the stench made her dizzy and nauseous, so she instinctively pushed Han Luoqi aside, covered her mouth, and couldn't help but start retching.
Han Luoqi was wearing high heels, and with the sudden stomach pain, she stumbled back a couple of steps from Yali's push, fell backward onto the ground, the split of her skirt, in the motion of her fall, opened into a figure-eight, exposing the white thong and underwear inside...
The crowd collectively gasped!
