"Sir, that’s a sanitary pad."
Seeing Shi i choosing at least ten bags of sanitary napkins, the clerk thought his main purpose was to buy sanitary napkins, so when she saw him pick up a pack of sanitary pads, she kindly reminded him.
Shi i responded coldly, indicating with his indifferent attitude that he knew.
Actually, the clerk was a good-looking woman, but because she had to wear a uniform at the supermarket, her good figure was completely hidden by the loose clothing.
Plus, her hair was tied up with a hairband, which diminished her beauty a bit, but if you looked at her face alone, it was still pretty good.
Usually, so single n who ca to the supermarket to shop would strike up a conversation with her, and occasionally soone would ask for her WeChat or phone number.
Shi i, who hadn’t glanced at her even once in the ten minutes since he entered, was the first type of man she had encountered.
She felt both awkward and sowhat bored, so she snorted and turned to arrange the nearby shelves.
Shi Keke stood from a distance, spacing out for a mont, and when she heard soone behind her say "excuse ," she snapped back to reality.
Seeing Shi i walking over, she quickly stepped aside and then turned and walked briskly out of the supermarket, sitting back in the car as if nothing had happened before Shi i ca out.
In less than two minutes, Shi i walked out of the supermarket, with both hands in the pockets of his dress pants, one hand hanging at his side, carrying a plastic bag.
The plastic bag contained sanitary napkins in various colorful packages, both large and small, probably about a dozen packs.
Shi Keke leaned on the fully open car window, watching him approach from a distance, the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled into a smile.
Shi i walked to the car, opened the door, got in, and handed the items in his hand to Shi Keke, "Here’s what you wanted."
"Oh." Shi Keke reached out to take it, glanced through the contents of the plastic bag, then turned to look at him, "Why did you buy so many sanitary napkins? I wanted food."
"These can be eaten."
Shi i said while buckling his seatbelt, then started the car and drove off steadily.
"I read a lot of books, don’t try to fool ." Shi Keke took out a pack of sanitary napkins from the plastic bag and held it up to him, saying, "Eat a piece and show ."
Shi i slightly turned his head, avoiding contact with the sensitive item, and said unhurriedly, "This is a woman’s special bread, n can only look, not desecrate."
"Boring." Shi Keke withdrew her hand, only then realizing that this brand of sanitary napkins was her usual choice, just that it seed to have a new package.
"Seriously, brother, why did you think to buy sanitary napkins? I just said I needed to buy sothing, but didn’t specify what, how did you know what I wanted?" she asked him.
"Because this morning when I went to pick you up at your house, I saw the few numbers you circled on the calendar." His voice was sowhat deep, yet magnetic, each word seed to imprint on one’s heart.
Shi Keke then rembered that when she was sorting her materials in the morning, he stood in front of her desk watching her, and at that ti he did indeed glance at the desk calendar.
And she had a habit of marking her period on the desk calendar every month, placing it in the most conspicuous spot.
So he wasn’t just brushing her off, he was seriously telling her that, although unspoken, he rembered many of her little details in his heart.
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