"Gang, what are you doing?" A voice rang out from behind him.
Cold sweat beaded on Yang Gang's forehead.
It was Yang Fei's voice.
"Buying lingerie for your girlfriend?"
It was Gu Xiaorou's voice.
Yang Gang turned his head with difficulty, revealing a woman standing on either side of him.
The woman on the left possessed an astonishing beauty. Her oval face looked like it had been shaped by a divine sculptor—add an inch, and it would be too plump; reduce an inch, and it would be too thin. Her bright red lips held a hint of seduction, but these were not the most important aspects. Her intriguing figure, from the wine-red length of her dress to her tender feet, gave off a sense of grace and proportion.
It was Gu Xiaorou.
