The cashier thought he'd misheard and asked again, "Sorry, how many do you want?"
Fang Cheng smiled. "Ten boxes. You heard right."
The cashier had no choice but to turn around and fetch them from the shelf, grumbling inwardly that even wholesalers didn't buy as much as this guy. Was he planning to use ten boxes to blow up balloons?
When he brought the ten boxes over, Fang Cheng picked them up, took a look, then put them back. "Too small. I want the largest size."
The cashier: "..."
He'd picked them based on his own size. He hadn't expected to be silently mocked and dealt a critical blow.
By the time the cashier came back with ten of the largest size, Ye Yuqing had strolled in with her hands behind her back. "What are you buying?"
The cashier looked up at Ye Yuqing's face, then down at her impressive figure.
In an instant, a deep sense of bitterness welled up inside him, as if he'd drunk several jars of well-aged vinegar.
He was still working the night shift, and in all his life he'd never even held a girl's hand. Yet this kid could bring a gorgeous, busty girl to buy ten boxes of condoms.
Normies, explode!!!
Fang Cheng noticed the cashier's envious, jealous, and resentful gaze. He smiled at him, paid for the condoms, and answered Ye Yuqing's question. "I'm buying condoms."
Ye Yuqing gaped. Her whole face quickly turned as red as a monkey's bottom, and she cried, "What are you buying those for?!"
"Didn't you just say you wanted to play a game with me?"
Fang Cheng turned to look at her, puzzled. "If we don't use these, aren't you worried about accidentally getting pregnant?"
Ye Yuqing remembered what she'd said earlier and stammered, "Th-th-th-that still