Qi Yi reminded himself that, from now on, he absolutely couldn't say anything that would make his girlfriend blush when there wasn't a suitable bed around.
In the end, the person who suffers would only be himself.
Qi Yi, silent as he was, gripped Yan Yan's hand and led her out with more force than usual.
What they call bringing trouble upon oneself had never been clearer to Qi Yi at that moment.
Qi Yi was the kind of person who shopped at supermarkets at a quick pace. He hadn't even entered the supermarket before he had already decided what he wanted to purchase.
Once he had visited a supermarket, he could remember the location of each item and revisit it only once more.
A large supermarket, going in and coming out—in total, a five-minute trip was considered long for Qi Yi, and of those five minutes, two were spent on checkout.
