Ye Xiong had never dreamed that such a thing would happen, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
With her head lowered, Yang Yueru was as embarrassed as a twenty-year-old girl. She quickly grabbed the object, stuffed it into the drawer, and explained incoherently, "This isn't something I bought... It was Jianjun... I don't know where he got it from. I haven't used it yet."
It was stuffed under the pillow, who knows how long it's been used, yet she claims she hasn't touched it. As expected, you can't trust a word women say.
"Jianjun... he's not very good in that department. He feels guilty, so he bought this thing..." Yang Yueru said sheepishly.
No way, Tang Jianjun can't perform?
"I'll be going now."
While his sanity was still hanging by a thread, he bolted out of there. Teasing her with cheeky, sappy words and acting shameless for a moment was one thing, but he lacked the courage for an actual physical encounter. This was a major moral issue.
