Next, as you can guess, everyone knew what happened.
These three oddballs, after the transaction was complete, finally got their hands on Lin Zhenghui's pocket-sized icy silk seamless panties.
"Hmm, fragrant!" Song Shaojun held them in his hand, deeply inhaled the scent lingering on them, and said, "This fragrance, it's indeed Yue'er's aroma."
"Why is this part damp?" Ye Zhiqiu pointed and asked.
"You all know in your hearts what's going on, so don't ask why it's wet." Lin Zhenghui did not mention that Han Yue'er had been affected by his Vibrating Artifact, causing her little peach to exude moisture.
"Let me take a sniff." Mr. Ye said.
"Sure, 10,000 yuan for a sniff!"
"..."
Lin Zhenghui told the two oddballs, "Remember, no bragging, or else you won't get anything good next time."
"Don't worry, my character may not be much, but I have my integrity," Song Shaojun assured.
