Qin Yin casually glanced through the rack of pajamas, which range from cute to conservative and even sexy ones.
At this sight, she suddenly thought of that day in the car, him being so vigorous, it was hard to believe that he had remained chaste this many years, perhaps it was just unknown to others.
Thinking about this, her heart suddenly seized with unease. What she didn't notice was that all those clothes were brand new, never once been worn with tags still on. The collection gets replenished with new styles every season, but no one has ever worn them.
Qin Yin exited the fitting room, pinching her own nose, slapping her face, and then she entered the bathroom.
She carefully stripped off her clothes, folded them neatly, trying to avoid getting them wet or too wrinkled, so she could still wear them the next day.
