Chapter 34 The Condom And The Silky Underwear
- Yana arched her brow when Van came back. “You spread the butter into my face and even damped it in my boob, but I didn’t wash as if it’s really that gross,” she uttered.
- Van wiped his face with a small towel that he got from the bathroom cabinet.
- “We’re not the same. I hate the smell of mayonnaise that sticking around my face.”