Yu Zhou felt that if there was a program that awarded awards for social death, he would definitely win first place.
After pinching his philtrum a few times in his heart, Yu Zhou sat down calmly and explained this thing to Xiang Wan.
"The packaging of this thing is indeed a bit similar to the gloves we used to eat crayfish that day, but first of all, those gloves were square, and this one is a little smaller, it's rectangular."
Having talked about appearance, she found it difficult to talk about anything else.
My Lord...
She thought about it, picked up one, squeezed it in her hand, and motioned Xiang Wan to pick one up and squeeze it as well.
"Biu... Did you feel it? This thing is not a plastic glove. It has oil in it. It's not slippery."
Xiang Wan looked at her with clear eyes, rubbed his thumb and index finger together, and said, "I feel it."
Oh my god... what is she doing? Yu Zhou was making fun of himself in his heart.
"So," holding up the package of finger gloves, Xiang Wan asked her, "What is this?"
"Don't worry about it, but this is a very private thing anyway. You can't just leave it outside. Well, this needs to be put away."
"You can't see me?"
"It's not that it's shameful, it's just like your underwear, it's just fabric, right? It looks decent, but if you line it up on the sofa, it won't look right, right?"
Thinking of that scene, Yu Zhou burst into laughter.
Xiang Wan looked at her and smiled, frowning slightly for some reason, but he also smiled.
"Then you have to tell me what this is, or I'll make a fool of myself."
"Finger sleeves." Yu Zhou's ears turned a little red. He used his heels to prop up his feet and watched his feet lift up and then put down.
As the name suggests, finger cots are understandable, but what I don’t understand is why larger gloves can be used in stores, but finger cots cannot.
"Figure it out yourself!" Yu Zhou dug his toes into the ground and said this in a blur. Then he stood up and went outside to get some water to drink.
He walked to the water dispenser and gulped down half a glass of water. He listened attentively to the noise inside, but Xiang Wan had not come out yet.
Yu Zhou hissed, thought for a moment, and walked in with the water.
You don’t know until you try it, and you’ll be shocked when you do.
Xiang Wan sat on the bed, tore open a package of finger gloves, and then pondered for a moment before tentatively putting the slippery finger gloves on the middle finger of his left hand.
After pushing the fingertip to the root, she raised her hand to look at it, still unable to figure out its purpose.
Oh my god…
"Xiang Wan!" Yu Zhou shouted, walked over quickly, his face flushed, "What are you doing!"
Xiang Wan was startled by the sudden panic. She looked at Yu Zhou with her bright eyes, bit her lip, and said, "Let me figure it out on my own, and I'll try it on."
"It's a little tight, but it's smooth and won't fall off, unlike gloves."
Yu Zhou sat down next to her and slammed the cup heavily on the bedside table. His face was red, but his expression was like that of a tiger.
“Why are you…” Xiang Wan hesitated to speak.
Yu Zhou stared at her fiercely.
"Are you feeling guilty about bluffing like that?" Xiang Wan tilted his head and asked her.
"I feel guilty? Hahahaha, what do I feel guilty about? I feel guilty?" Yu Zhou laughed and swallowed. His peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Xiang Wan's fingers wearing gloved hands. It must be said that Xiang Wan's fingers were very beautiful, long and slender, and as white and tender as if they were coated with milk.