It was a pair of plain silk boxer shorts.
For men. Wide and roomy.
Bao Gucheng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his lips vigorously; he never expected that her gift would turn out to be boxer shorts.
"What, doesn't Xiao Chenger like them?" Zuzi asked, seeing the man's blank expression.
Bao Gucheng's Adam's apple rolled heavily, his voice low and powerful, "No. I like them very much."
He had never received such a "unique" gift before.
Not as reserved as a handkerchief or a fan, but it perfectly matched her straightforward and bold personality, making one's heart race.
And he suddenly realized that the fabric of these boxer shorts was exactly the same as the white dress she was wearing, which was the legendary "Heavenly Silkworm Silk," soft, ethereal, and so delicate it felt like nothing at all; it must be extremely comfortable to wear.
"Did Miss Zuzi sew this by hand?"
"Mhm, I spent three days sewing it."
