Ye Xiong had never dreamed that such a thing would happen, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
With her head lowered, Yang Yueru was as embarrassed as a twenty-year-old girl; she quickly grabbed that thing, stuffed it into the drawer, and explained incoherently, "This isn't something I bought... Jianjun... I don't know where he got it from, I haven't used it yet."
Stuffed under the pillow, who knew how long it had been there, and yet she claimed she hadn't used it.
Indeed, a woman's words can't be trusted.
"Jianjun, he's not that good in that department; he feels guilty, so he bought this thing..." Yang Yueru said sheepishly.
No way, Tang Jianjun isn't up to snuff?
"I'm leaving first."
While sanity was still hanging by a thread, he bolted out of there.
It's one thing to tease with some cheeky, sappy words, to be shameless for a moment, but he lacked the courage for any actual relationship.
This was a matter of moral importance.
