"She said, 'My husband.'"
Mo Nanjue's originally dark eyes suddenly brimmed with bright light.
Although she spoke calmly, those few words made the man's mouth go dry and his tongue parched.
"Men just care about their own pleasure. My husband is the same," the clerk said ambiguously, bumping into her arm while passing over the receipt, "Remember to have your husband apply it for you when you get back, take the opportunity to act coy and ask for something."
Tong Ran felt somewhat melancholic upon hearing this. She took the ointment and clenched it tightly in her hand, her grip creasing the box, "Okay... thank you."
"No need, goodbye."
Tong Ran, carrying Nannan, stepped out of the store. The fragmented sunlight sprinkled down from above, inducing an involuntary laziness. She squinted her eyes and, before she had a chance to block the light, she saw a figure approaching from ahead.
She instinctively furrowed her brows and lifted her leg to walk away.
