Zhuo Xiusi was relieved he hadn't been drinking water at that moment, for he would have surely spewed it out. Even without water, he wasn't doing much better, as he choked on his own saliva.
He hadn't expected that Gong Heng's needs would reach such an extent...
Shaking his head, he spread his hands helplessly, "The monthly supply is just four pills, and given your little sister's frailty, she can only have one a week; otherwise, it could harm her body."
What he really wanted to say wasn't that Mu Mian was too delicate, but that Gong Heng was too vigorous. Just thinking about it was frightening. What kind of man needs to take performance-enhancing drugs every day for sexual activities?
Thirty days a month, not even factoring in his little sister's physiological period.
Every single day?
Isn't he afraid of dying of exhaustion?
Gong Heng seemed to frown slightly, "Prepare twenty pills for me."
