In this world, there are all kinds of people.
And at some point, Song Shaojun developed an obsession with women's underwear, especially if the woman was beautiful and had caught his eye.
He wanted to add them to his collection, just like collecting antiques.
Whenever he had the chance, he would take them out to smell them and admire their beauty.
"I licked them last night, then had them dry cleaned and put them away," Song Shaojun said directly to them, "Don't look down on me like that. I don't want to either, but the doctor says it's a sickness, a sort of psychological underwear fetish."
"Why go on about it so much, even if you did, they wouldn't understand, but I do, and that's enough," Ye Zhiqiu patted his childhood friend on the back and said.
"It's you, my brother, who really gets me. Having a soulmate like you is enough for me," Song Shaojun nodded to Ye Zhiqiu.
