Oh no!
Someone's peeping at me!
Upon sensing the presence of the Sun Goddess, Herbert felt utterly uneasy.
Uh oh!
You too, huh?
Ah haha, oh well, isn't this a coincidence?
Uh, what a coincidence, indeed, hahaha... ahem.
Herbert was half-submerged in the pool, frozen mid-action, his mouth twitching slightly and his eyes slowly squinting.
He gazed at his reflection in the water, momentarily at a loss for words.
Not only are you a "Bald-Headed Girl," you're also a "Below-the-Belt Girl!"
Below-the-belt!
Absolutely below-the-belt!
To prove your innocence, your only option now is to declare you're just playing with a sword...
Only a few breaths had passed outside, yet Herbert had internally griped quite a lot.
Nonetheless, mere griping wouldn't help, and avoidance wouldn't solve the problem.
So, what approach should be used to dissolve this awkward situation?
"Have you eaten?"
No, that's too polite.
"Are you here for a bath too?"
No, that's too blunt.
