Sang Qiao had just walked into the bathroom when she saw a pile of condom boxes on the counter, and for a moment, she was baffled. "Coming out to have fun and you bring so many of these?"
Si Chenli had naturally heard the footsteps behind him. There were so many boxes on the sink that he couldn't put them back into the suitcase in time, so he hurriedly tried to explain,
"Qiaoqiao, listen to me... I brought the wrong ones, the suitcases look identical, so…"
The man was rambling and simultaneously vowed never to buy identical suitcases again.
"Even if you brought the wrong ones, do you always keep so many at home at once?" Sang Qiao couldn't help but laugh and cry, thinking that the drawer she had pulled open on the bedside table was already absurd enough, never imagining it was just "the tip of the iceberg."
She chuckled and went on to say, "And we're already married, legally husband and wife. With so many condoms, when do you plan on using them all? Don't you want kids?"
