"It's just..." Duanmu Xiu blushed and gritted his teeth, "It's the kind of thing you women use every month."
The salesperson's lips twitched and she understood. What a lovely man. However, she was a little disappointed. It turned out that Mingcao had an owner and she had no chance. However, she still pursed her lips and asked with a smile: "Are you buying for your girlfriend?"
