"Aimee, you dare spy on me!" Martin looked aggrieved, as if he had been wronged.
"You..." Aimee was taken aback by Martin's words, feeling both embarrassed and anxious, stomping her foot in exasperation, not knowing what to say.
After several seconds, Aimee finally gathered her thoughts, her face and neck flushed as she said to Martin in embarrassment and urgency, "Who spied on you? Early in the morning, you actually... hid in this secluded place again, and in such an inappropriate way, what are you doing?"
"Again?" Martin heard Aimee say "again" several times in a row, and his face darkened; now Aimee must think he has some bad habit.
"I just had to go, can't I?" Martin quickly explained to preserve his image.
"Then... what about last time?" Aimee blurted out, continuing to ask.
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