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But she was afraid that Shen Chi would soon finish his bath and come out, so she put down the puppet and closed the drawer.
In the drawer by his bedside, she didn't find any messy items, just a few books, some pens, and a few trinkets. It seemed there wasn't anything like lipstick, facial masks, or nail polish that a woman would use.
Of course, there were neither condoms nor birth control pills.
Xu Chaomu closed the drawer, what was in his drawer had nothing to do with her.
She walked over to the wardrobe and casually flipped through it. This man's wardrobe was still the same as it was five years ago, forever limited to black, white, and gray, very monotonous.
The neatly pressed suits, the clean shirts, all exuded that familiar scent.
That scent, which she had smelled for eight years, hadn't changed at all, even after five years.
