Yun Bixue's breath began to hitch, and her grip on the medical bag tightened as well. She kept her head bowed as she walked outside.
Several meters away, Wang Qianjin arrived at the supermarket beside the villa. He entered awkwardly, covering his mouth as he coughed from time to time. He even put on a pair of sunglasses. Despite this, he merely walked around once and didn't approach the shelf with the sanitary pads.
Young Master Wang had never felt so awkward and embarrassed in his more than twenty years of life. He thought that buying pads was the hardest task he had ever encountered.
He had never bought this sort of thing for someone before, and he felt his face grow warm just by looking at them. He might be a devil-may-care playboy, but he felt totally miserable buying these pads.
As if that wasn't enough, there were several middle-aged women and young ladies staring at him with an odd expression.
