The room was enveloped in an awkward atmosphere.
Song Shiwei gathered her composure and, with forced calm, approached and took the item from Shifei's hand, tossing it into the trash bin, "Why keep this? Just throw it away."
Shifei cast his eyes down at her action, and after Song Shiwei threw the condom into the trash bin, he unexpectedly blurted out, "Sister Shiwei, my 'hardware' is superior to his."
Song Shiwei was fanning herself, attempting to cool her heated cheeks, and didn't quite grasp his remark. She asked reflexively, "What 'hardware'?"
Shifei silently glanced at the trash bin where she had just discarded the condom.
As an adult who had heard plenty of off-color jokes in prison, Song Shiwei got the hint immediately. She almost instinctively wanted to glance at a certain place but managed to restrain herself.
Song Shiwei: "..."
Oh, the agony.
She looked at Shifei with some surprise, "Are you making a dirty joke with me?"
