658. Chapter 658: Change the Place and Continue Flirting

    It's all Luo Yichen's fault! He made her go out, but she didn't buy anything, and she came back empty-handed!

She cursed him over and over in her heart, and suddenly she heard a knock on the door, and her whole body immediately shrank into a ball alertly.

Strangely, looking through the peephole, there was still no one outside... Su Rourou took a deep breath and bravely opened a crack in the door.

In the crack of the door that opened a little bit, she saw several large shopping bags, which contained... everything she had touched and touched in the supermarket today.

Especially several large bags of sanitary napkins, which were filled to the brim, almost bursting the bags.

Su Rourou's delicate eyebrows wrinkled, and her big eyes had a complicated look: Such a perverted thing, probably only a perverted person like Luo Yichen could do it.

What's even more disgusting is that, for some reason, Luo Yichen deliberately put those underwear in the most conspicuous position, and deliberately turned the A on the label to a place where it can be seen.

At the same time, her mobile phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number. But Su Rourou knew that it was Luo Yichen's new number in China.

Because such shameless text messages are not something that ordinary people can send, and they send several in a row.

[When buying underwear, try to choose the right size for yourself, don't be blindly optimistic. ]

[Are those sanitary napkins enough for you to use for a year? ]

[I remember that you used to like to use this brand of ultra-thin, breathable and dry mesh...]

Looking at the content of the text message, Su Rourou's hand holding the phone trembled constantly, and finally she couldn't bear it anymore and threw the phone out!

Then, she lay on the bed weakly, with wisps of white smoke coming out of her head...

For several consecutive days, in order to prevent Luo Yichen, this monster, she stayed in her room without leaving the house. 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.

During these few days, she read novels and watched TV series day and night, but in some inadvertent moments, her eyes would always unconsciously fall on her mobile phone, as if she was expecting something in her heart.

On the seventh day, Su Rourou finally felt that if she went out for a walk again, she would probably grow several mushrooms on her head.

So, she planned to go to the library to pretend to be an artistic girl. In order to match the theme of going out, she put on a loose long skirt of Mori girl style, a pair of casual white shoes on her feet, and draped her long curly hair behind her.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she nodded with satisfaction: Don't say it, it's really the clothes that make the man. She looked like an artistic young woman in this way. I wonder if anyone would think she was a well-known writer on a certain website and come up to ask for a photo and an autograph.

Thinking of this, she took another book as a prop to pretend to be B, hummed a little song and went out with a backpack on her back.

When she reached the gate, she carefully looked out through the peephole for a while, and only opened the door with confidence after confirming that no one was there.

The sun was surprisingly good that day, and the flower beds and green trees on both sides of the road were thriving, and everywhere was a scene of revival.

The journey was surprisingly smooth, and no evil spirits suddenly appeared to affect her mood. But strangely, even so, her mood was still not very good, and she was a little disappointed.

When she entered the library, it immediately became cooler and quieter. Su Rourou couldn't help but slow down her pace, walked lightly to the bookshelf, and flipped through the books aimlessly.

Her 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 and covered her little hand impartially...

A faint mint fragrance lingered in the air.