An hour later.
"How about this set?"
Lu Xuan emerged from the fitting room, hesitating.
Cheng Lingzhu was holding a box, her eyes twinkling as she looked at him.
Something felt off to Lu Xuan.
Cheng Lingzhu shook the box, her smile implying she had a secret.
"...Men's thong?"
Lu Xuan saw clearly, "A G-string?!"
Cheng Lingzhu tilted her chin up, humming affirmatively.
"I'm a boxer-briefs kind of guy, you know that best," Lu Xuan stated seriously.
The idea of men's thongs was too radical for him.
Though the packaging simply showed a G-string without a model, Lu Xuan could imagine what he'd look like in it – probably like a classic bodybuilder.
He considered himself conservative and not quite fitting the G-string vibe.
"But you'd look so... um," Cheng Lingzhu's eyes shone as she visualized it: "Besides, it's just for a little while, since we'll end up wearing nothing in the end..."
