"Are you crazy, Emma?" Arthur pushed her away with a black face.

"Humph!" Emma looked away and sat down on his leather sofa with a huff of anger.

"You get up and change into dry clothes!" Arthur threw her a clean camouflage suit.

"I'm not changing!" Emma said gamely.

"Fine, you don't have to change, get out of my room immediately. I'll count to one, two, three, speed!" Arthur said viciously, pointing at her nose.

Emma was angry but had no choice. If she went out like this now, she would definitely be laughed at by them, and her trousers were still all wet, so she couldn't go out like...