Jian Ci finally got his wish. Without telling anyone, he began packing their clothes, his excitement written all over his face. Every folded shirt, every neatly tucked pair of trousers carried the promise of the trip he had been dreaming of.
Meanwhile, Yu Xi was standing at the old quack's sex toy shop, waiting to pick up his monthly medication.
Jian Ci sent him a message: Babe, where are you?
Yu Xi stepped inside the shop and replied: I am going to get my medication.
Jian Ci, who was holding up two shirts for comparison, frowned at the response. He really didn't want Yu Xi to take that medication anymore. He had even asked Jian Wei if there was a better solution. Jian Wei's answer had been blunt: the best solution was for Jian Ci not to have a mental collapse in the first place.
Biting his lower lip, Jian Ci typed back: Okay. Which shirt do you think is nice?
