Delay spray?
Qi Ying first glanced at Chu Mingyue and, upon seeing the other party's strange expression, her beautiful brows slightly knitted and she immediately scolded, "You blind fool, stop talking nonsense. Why would my husband ever use that kind of thing?"
"Maybe you don't know, but you could give your husband a call and ask him."
Li Qianfan was as calm as a mountain, speaking softly.
Although on the surface Qi Ying didn't believe her husband would use 'delay spray,' recalling her husband's performance over the past two years, she gradually began to feel something wasn't quite right.
Sometimes he was particularly quick, and other times extremely slow, or he couldn't ejaculate at all.
Thinking about it, during the particularly slow times, she would always feel especially itchy afterwards.
"Fine, I'll give him a call and ask."
