Ye Qianqian had the sudden urge to murder the receptionist. She looked at Shen Zhilie and laughed drily but didn't know how else to reply.
F*cking hell…
The young lady observed Ye Qianqian's obvious embarrassment and immediately wondered if she had said the wrong thing.
She looked at Ye Qianqian hesitantly with questioning eyes.
Shen Zhilie looked at Ye Qianqian with a similar question in his eyes. With a quizzical gaze, he asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you unwell? I'll take you to the hospital."
"I'm fine!" Ye Qianqian was burning with embarrassment. "Well, we did the deed last night, didn't we? I just realized that we hadn't used any protection. It'd be horrible if I got pregnant. I wanted to find a pharmacy and get a Plan B pill."
As she spoke, her face gradually reddened.
She looked at the service staff and asked, "Where is the pharmacy? We'll head over there after our meal."
