"What are we buying?" Lin Qiao asked instinctively.
Song Tingfan pursed his lips, feeling a slight blush on his face, "Undergarments, I threw away a couple on the way here."
Undergarments?
Lin Qiao: "..."
She twitched at the corners of her mouth, wishing she could slap herself twice.
Why did I ask!
Feigning nonchalance, she said, "No need to buy any, I still have some."
"We need to buy them, I said we would." Song Tingfan glanced at her earlobe.
Crimson.
Suddenly, he imagined what she might look like at night, and his throat convulsed uncomfortably.
Lin Qiao understood his temperament, so she said no more. When they got to the shop, she took the initiative to tell the female shopkeeper they wanted to buy two undergarments.
The shopkeeper smiled warmly, "What style? We have some new designs, come inside and take a look."
"No need, just grab a couple of them." she replied.
