"You send."
Aaron sat on the sofa and sent Han Zhan a WeChat message. Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom, he picked up the small box beside him and stared at the patterns and words on it. His mood was not as relaxed as he appeared.
He was already in his early thirties, so he naturally knew what men and women should do. In the past, he had taken on a mission. When he went on a mission, the target was drunk on a woman's stomach.
Nan Yanyan walked out of the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her waist. She saw that Aaron's slender right hand was spinning the small box he had bought from the adult store. His eyes were darting around, and he looked distracted.
She raised her eyebrows, wondering what this guy was thinking.
Nan Yanyan sat down beside Aaron.
