"Smelled it?!" Mu Jinyu exclaimed, her expression freezing, and her brows twitching wildly.
"Yes," Gu Xiyan answered honestly, "He got pretty close, the kind that keeps sniffing with his nose, but he didn't touch the fabric. He was actually about to do something even more excessive, but I stopped him."
Upon hearing that, Mu Jinyu broke out in goosebumps.
Ugh, how disgusting, this freaking pervert.
"Damn it, good thing you stopped him!" Mu Jinyu retracted her hand as if bitten by a snake, no longer intent on taking back her boxer briefs, and said with disgust, "I don't want these boxer briefs anymore, just throw them away for me."
There was money that Mu Jinyu could make by abandoning some principles, like: pretending to be Gu Xiyan's boyfriend.
But to sell his own boxer briefs for money was an absolute no-go, as far away as possible.
