He said he will teach later.
After speaking, Miles Linden took her small hand and went upstairs.
Willow Crawford was baffled; she looked at the small packaged green box, utterly clueless why he would teach her later.
...
The two went upstairs, and while walking through the corridor, they encountered a couple; the man was drunk, holding a woman dressed provocatively in his arms.
The woman said, "Jet, I have my eye on a gold necklace, it’s this thick, I really like it, but it’s so expensive, I can’t afford it, can you buy it for ?"
"Buy it! Absolutely buy it! As long as you serve well tonight, I’ll buy it for you tomorrow morning!" the man said gallantly.
"Thank you, Jet~"
At that mont, the man looked up and imdiately saw Willow Crawford, his eyes went straight, and he practically couldn’t move, "Little sister, what’s your na?"
Willow instantly concluded this man was no good, her delicate brows furrowed.
The drunken man wanted to tease Willow with a few more words, but then a chilling gaze fell upon him, the man looked up and directly collided with Miles’s steely cold, phoenix eyes.
Miles glanced at him casually, his gaze malevolent and icy, causing chills to run down one’s spine.
The man shivered inexplicably, this young man seed like trouble.
"Oh, Jet, why are you looking at other won, am I not pretty enough?" The woman jealously retorted.
"I was just curious to take a look, girls these days are just not right, looking so young, still students, and yet coming out to open a room." The man said sourly, unable to resist mocking Willow.
Willow realized what he ant, but she didn’t mind, there’s no need to waste her emotions or ti on such people.
Yet, while she didn’t mind, Miles did; Miles pursed his thin lips, and his steps ca to a halt.
Willow knew his temperant, he had a fierce streak in him, and clearly, this drunken Jet had provoked him; she didn’t like Miles fighting with others, especially over her.
"Miles." Willow reached out to hold onto Miles’s arm, "The room is here, let’s go in."
Miles stood still, he glanced at Jet, then at Willow.
Willow suddenly placed her hand over her stomach, "Miles, my stomach hurts, let’s go inside quickly."
Only then did Miles take out the room card, opened the door to the room, and they entered.
...
Inside the room, Willow released her hold on her stomach, and then she heard Miles say, "Your stomach doesn’t hurt anymore?"
Willow knew he had seen through her act, she sheepishly stuck out her small tongue and then sincerely gazed at him, "Miles, I’ve said it before, I don’t like you fighting with others."
He understood now, every ti he fought with soone, she would stop him, she really didn’t like it.
"Why?"
"Because, I would be scared."
Watching him fight with others, it truly terrified her.
Willow, who had been a proud daughter of heaven since childhood, feared nothing, except this.
Miles’s heart softened unexpectedly, "You stay here obediently, I’ll go buy you sothing."
"Hey, do you know what to buy?"
"I know, lock the door, I’ll be back soon." Miles left the room.
Willow obediently stayed there, realizing she’d really overthought it, he just brought her here to freshen up a bit; beneath his cold exterior, he was unexpectedly considerate and caring.
...
Miles left the hotel and went to a convenience store, where he said to the lady boss, "Give a pack of sanitary pads."
The lady boss looked at Miles, always so pleasing to the eye with his clean and handso appearance, "Handso, which type of sanitary pads do you want, we have many varieties here, take a look."
Miles glanced at the dazzling assortnt of sanitary pads on the shelf, "Just... the ones for young girls."
Having never bought this kind of thing for a girl before, Miles’s handso face blushed a little.
The lady boss handed them over with a smile, "Buying for your girlfriend?"
After Miles paid, he nodded before leaving, "Yeah."
Miles then went to a mall to buy clothes, this ti entering an underwear store, if buying sanitary pads earlier made him blush, now he was outright embarrassed.
The store was filled with won’s lingerie, in various styles; fresh and girlish, sexy and womanly, and even the playful kinds...all unfamiliar to him before.
A passionate shop assistant ca over, "Handso, are you buying lingerie for your girlfriend? What style does she like, let recomnd sothing."
These assistants were used to this situation, boyfriends buying lingerie for their girlfriends.
This question stumped the genius Miles, he didn’t know what style Willow liked.
He suddenly recalled the small camisole she wore that day in the cave, white, with lace trim at the neckline, very girlish.
Miles looked around and saw a similar style, "I’ll take that one, give a set."
Underwear is also needed.
The assistant nodded knowingly, "Handso, looks like your girlfriend is very innocent."
Indeed, she is... pure.
"Handso, what size does your girlfriend wear?"
What size?
"We have different sizes here, if you don’t know, you can... feel it out." The assistant spoke sowhat obscurely but pointed at the bra sizes.
Miles’s handso face tinged pink, what’s her size... that day in the cave he had secretly glanced when she was in his arms.
Miles pointed to a size, "This one."
The assistant exclaid, "Wow, Handso, your girlfriend is quite well-endowed."
...
Miles returned to the hotel carrying the bags, then rang the doorbell.
Soon after, a girl’s voice ca from inside, "Who is it?"
He had instructed her to keep the door locked and not open it for anyone while he was away, she was very obedient.
"It’s ." Miles replied.
Willow quickly opened the door, "You’re back?"
"Yeah." Miles walked in, locking the door behind them, then handed over the bags, "Things for you, go inside, take a shower and change."
"Okay." Willow took the bags and entered the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, Willow opened the bags; he had bought sanitary pads and also a small camisole and panties.
She took out the camisole, the white lace neck-hanging camisole, looking both pure and tempting.
Willow had expected him to buy sanitary pads, but didn’t anticipate him buying her intimate apparel as well.
Was this neck-hanging camisole bought in line with her style, or... was it his own preference?
Willow’s face turned slightly red.
She quickly took a hot shower behind the frosted glass door, and wore the camisole he bought, she looked at herself in the mirror...
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