It's all because of Luo Yichen, a monster! It made her go out for a trip, but she didn't buy anything, so she just returned empty-handed!
She scolded him over and over in her heart, and suddenly heard a knock on the door, and her whole body shrank into a ball vigilantly.
The strange thing is that from the cat's eyes, there is still no one outside... Su Rourou took a deep breath, and boldly opened a crack in the door.
Through the cracks of the door that opened bit by bit, she saw several big shopping bags, which contained...all the things she had touched and touched in the supermarket today.
Especially the several large bags of sanitary napkins, which were so full that they almost broke the bags.
Su Rourou's delicate eyebrows frowned, and her big eyes had complicated expressions: such a perverted thing, probably only a perverted person like Luo Yichen could do it.
What was even more chilling was that Luo Yichen deliberately put those underwear in the most conspicuous position out of some kind of mentality, and deliberately turned the "a" on the sign where it could be seen.
At the same time, her cell phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number. But Su Rourou knew that it was Luo Yichen's new number in China.
Because the content of such shameless text messages is not something that ordinary people can send, and they send several in a row.
[When buying underwear, try to choose the size that suits you, don't be blindly optimistic.]
[Are those sanitary napkins enough for you for a year?]
[I remember, you used to like to use this brand of ultra-thin, breathable and dry mesh surface...]
Looking at the contents of the text message, Su Rourou's hand holding the phone couldn't help shaking, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and threw the phone out!
Then, she lay powerlessly on the bed, wisps of white smoke billowing from her head...
For several days in a row, in order to guard against this evil Luo Yichen, she kept herself in her room without going out. Fortunately, Luo Yichen bought her a lot of delicious food, as well as a lot of fresh vegetables, fruits and fish, enough for her to eat for several days.
In the past few days, she has been reading novels and watching TV series day and night, but at some inadvertent moments, her eyes will always fall on the phone unconsciously, as if she is expecting something in her heart.
On the seventh day, Su Rourou finally felt that if she went out again, several mushrooms would probably grow on her head.
So, she planned to go to the library to pretend to be a literary girl. In order to match the theme of going out, she put on a loose long skirt of the Mori girl style, stepped on a pair of casual white shoes, and draped her long curly hair behind her.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she nodded with satisfaction: Don't mention it, people really depend on their clothes. Dressed up like this, she really looks like a literary young woman. I don't know if someone will think that she is a well-known writer on a certain website and come up to ask for a group photo and autograph.
Thinking of this, she took another book as a prop to pretend to be b, hummed a little song and went out with her backpack on her back.
When she reached the gate, she carefully looked out through the peephole for a while, and opened the door with confidence after confirming that there was no one there.
The sun was surprisingly good that day, the flower beds and green trees on both sides of the road were thriving, and there were vigorous scenes of recovery of all things everywhere.
The journey was surprisingly smooth, without any evil spirits suddenly appearing to affect her mood. But the strange thing is that even so, she is still not in a good mood, and she is still a little bit disappointed.
Walking into the library, it immediately became cooler and quieter. Su Rourou couldn't help slowing down her pace, she walked lightly to the bookshelf, and flipped through the book aimlessly.
Her slender and slender fingers slid across the colorful books, and then stopped on a certain book...
However, at this moment, another hand stretched out from behind her, covering her little hand impartially...
A faint mint fragrance lingers in the air.