Which Is More Important to You, Me or The Game?

An hour later.

"How about this set?"

Lu Xuan emerged from the fitting room, hesitating.

Cheng Lingzhu was holding a box, her eyes twinkling as she looked at him.

Something felt off to Lu Xuan.

Cheng Lingzhu shook the box, her smile implying she had a secret.

"...Men's thong?"

Lu Xuan saw clearly, "A G-string?!"

Cheng Lingzhu tilted her chin up, humming affirmatively.

"I'm a boxer-briefs kind of guy, you know that best," Lu Xuan stated seriously.

The idea of men's thongs was too radical for him.

Though the packaging simply showed a G-string without a model, Lu Xuan could imagine what he'd look like in it – probably like a classic bodybuilder.

He considered himself conservative and not quite fitting the G-string vibe.

"But you'd look so... um," Cheng Lingzhu's eyes shone as she visualized it: "Besides, it's just for a little while, since we'll end up wearing nothing in the end..."