Diana sniffed again and felt even more that the smell was too familiar—she had definitely encountered it somewhere before.
Drip! Drip! Drip...
In such a quiet atmosphere, any slight sound was infinitely amplified.
Looking towards the source of the sound, Diana suddenly realized that Wang Haotian's crotch was wet over a large area, and the color was deeper than the surrounding fabric.
"Pfft..." She couldn't hold back, turned her head, and started to laugh behind her hand.
What was that silly woman laughing at?
Wang Haotian hadn't realized what was happening yet.
He just vaguely felt a warmth in his crotch.
Because he was wearing slippers, he felt the ground under his feet becoming moist.
Looking down, he was shocked to discover that at some point, he had been so frightened that he had wet his pants.
Wang Haotian's face turned red in an instant—should this spread, how could he ever mix in the underworld again?