Jian Ci finally got his wish. Without telling anyone, he began packing their clothes, his excitent 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.
anwhile, Yu Xi was standing at the old quack’s sex toy shop, waiting to pick up his monthly dication.
Jian Ci sent him a ssage: Babe, where are you?
Yu Xi stepped inside the shop and replied: I am going to get my dication.
Jian Ci, who was holding up two shirts for comparison, frowned at the response. He really didn’t want Yu Xi to take that dication 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 ntal collapse in the first place.
Biting his lower lip, Jian Ci typed back: Okay. Which shirt do you think is nice?
Yu Xi didn’t understand why Jian Ci was suddenly asking about shirts, but he didn’t question it. He replied: The blue one.
Jian Ci smiled and replied: I thought so too. We think alike.
Yu Xi chuckled, about to reply, when the old doctor suddenly said, "Are you buying it?"
Yu Xi looked up, confused. "What?"
The old man pointed at a sexy ch pilot costu hanging on display.
Yu Xi’s brows furrowed. "No."
"Co on," the old man pressed. "I am running a business here."
Yu Xi gave him a look that said: And the dicine I get every month isn’t enough?
The old man shrugged. "The clinic makes money, but I also need to get rid of so inventory."
Yu Xi: "..."
He sighed. "Fine. I will buy it—but at a discount."
The old doctor’s eyes glead. "Fifteen percent."
"Fifty," Yu Xi countered flatly.
The doctor rubbed his chin. "How about twenty-five, and I will throw in so lube for free."
Yu Xi exhaled, resigned. "Fine."
The old man grumbled as they walked to the counter.
"Stop complaining," Yu Xi said flatly. "Aren’t I buying?"
"Stingy," the old man hmphed.
Yu Xi picked up a pack of condoms and another random item he didn’t even bother to look at. The old man finally smiled as he scanned everything, packing Yu Xi’s dicine into the bag. "Pleasure doing business with you."
"You always shake down each ti I co here, old man," Yu Xi muttered.
The doctor chuckled. "I am only trying to keep the spark in your relationship."
Yu Xi recalled the ridiculous things this old bastard had asked him to buy over the years. Most of the ti he refused, but sotis the man looked so pitiful he gave in. He hadn’t used most of those things except for the lube and condoms. The rest had been shoved into the back of his drawer, forgotten.
What Yu Xi didn’t know was that Jian Ci was about to discover his little stash.
He was bent over Yu Xi’s closet, looking for underwear. They mostly shared everything, but underwear was tricky, they were the sa height, but not the sa size. As he reached for the neatly arranged pairs, his eyes caught a box tucked at the very end.
Curious, Jian Ci pulled it out. What sort of secrets is Yu Xi hiding?
He opened the box. The first thing he saw was a holographic poster of his so-called "ex-wife," not really an ex-wife but his fantasy wife. The device was smashed to pieces, as though soone had vented their anger on it.
Jian Ci’s lips curved into a smile. So Yu Xi smashed it out of jealousy.
What Jian Ci didn’t know was that Yu Xi had asked for the poster when he won a bet just so he could destroy it. He had been tired of seeing it in Jian Ci room.
Jian Ci chuckled softly. Turns out his babe was more possessive than he let on. He continued rummaging through the box and his brows creased when he saw sothing else. It was a sexy lace material.
He pulled out the unopened packet. A blue lace jock strap.
Jian Ci: "..."
It was so enticing, so perfect for Yu Xi. Why had he never worn it?
Inside the box was more: a fluffy tail butt plug, cock rings, fluffy handcuffs, ankle cuffs, blindfolds, collars, harnesses, lingerie, condoms, and lube... plenty of it.
Jian Ci: "..."
Astounded, he realized Yu Xi had never opened any of it. They were all still sealed, as if Yu Xi had just tossed them in here without a second thought.
Jian Ci suddenly understood. The crazy doctor. That annoying old man must have pestered Yu Xi into buying them.
Chuckling, Jian Ci gathered everything and carried it to his room. "It seems we will be exploring new things on our romantic getaway," he said excitedly.
Later, when Yu Xi returned to the Jian family ho, he found Xiaobao lounging in the living room with a face mask plastered on her skin. That wasn’t surprising.
What was surprising was Jian Wei sitting beside her with a face mask of his own, his body stiff, clearly uncomfortable but enduring it.
Yu Xi arched a brow. "And then?"
"Shh," Xiaobao said, eyes glued to the screen. "We are watching sothing."
Yu Xi’s brow furrowed. He was the one who always did things like this with Xiaobao. But lately, she had stopped asking him. Even when he invited her, she would say she was busy. It turned out she was busy with Jian Wei.
Yu Xi’s gaze narrowed, locking onto Jian Wei. For no reason he could na, Jian Wei felt a chill crawl down his spine.
Just then, Xiaobao clapped her hands. "There, there, there—that’s the best part!"
She mimicked the actress on screen, her voice dramatic: "My heart bleeds, it bleeds because you stabbed , uh—you heartless bastard!"
She was as theatrical as the actress herself. Jian Wei chuckled, shaking his head. "So cheesy," he said.
Xiaobao slapped his arm, laughing. "No, it’s romantic!"
Yu Xi’s eyes flicked between them, sothing gnawing at him. He felt sothing was wrong, but before he could point it out, soone snatched the shopping bag from his hand.
"Ohhh, what did you buy?" Jian Ci’s voice was teasing.
Yu Xi froze, recalling what was inside. Panic surged. He snatched the bag back. "It’s my dicine," he said quickly, heading for the stairs.
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