Chapter 2192 — Selling Goods
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Besides, worse things had already happened back during military training when they changed clothes—Wang Xinyan's fragile heart had been battered to a certain degree of toughness.
Wei Zhao was only holding her while he cultivated, and indeed he did nothing excessive or out of line, which finally let Wang Xinyan's tense heart and stiff body relax; gradually she even grew used to it. So... being held by a boy wasn't so bad after all... Wang Xinyan consoled herself.
In that moment, engagements, modesty, all of it was cast to the back of Wang Xinyan's mind. Quietly, thinking of nothing at all, she savored the stillness of that instant... How did that saying go? If you have no strength to resist, then enjoy it in peace...
"Handsome lad, pretty lady, care to buy something nice?" An abrupt voice shattered the stillness. Wang Xinyan looked at the young man who had suddenly appeared before them, his face covered in acne, and instinctively shifted sideways, trying to put some distance between herself and Wei Zhao—she felt as though she had been caught in the act.
Wei Zhao opened his eyes as well. Although he cultivated inside the jade pendant's space, his divine sense had remained connected to the outside world the whole time, and this man's arrival had been within Wei Zhao's observation. He had assumed it was a spectator from another booth heading out to the restroom, never expecting a peddler.
"Not buying," Wei Zhao said flatly.
"Don't be hasty, handsome lad—take a look first!" The acne-faced man seemed to have expected Wei Zhao's refusal; unruffled, he unhurriedly fished several small boxes out of his backpack and said, "Condoms, oh, very good ones—glow-in-the-dark, spiral, ultra-thin, transparent, colored..."
"We don't want any... just go away..." Wang Xinyan watched the man pull out an increasingly outrageous pile of condoms and promptly scolded him, her face burning red with shame.
"Uh... don't be shy, lovely lady. My goods are all genuine, and the quality is first-rate. Plenty of couples over there have bought them!" The acne-faced man hadn't expected Wang Xinyan to flare up, yet he pressed on with his sales pitch: "Look, lots of couples near you have bought them. Later, if they get down to business, you're bound to hear the sounds. And if the mood strikes you two and you're unprepared—one impulsive moment, and there's an accident. What a loss that would be..."
"I already said we don't want any. What's wrong with you..." Wang Xinyan was rather displeased. She was a girl, after all, and she and Wei Zhao weren't even a couple—being peddled this sort of thing was so embarrassing.
"Oh... I see..." The acne-faced man seemed to have figured something out and lowered his voice to Wei Zhao: "Brother, your girlfriend's this upset—don't tell me you can't get it up? I've got Viagra here too, the effects are absolutely solid!"
"Ahem..." Wei Zhao was thoroughly exasperated, yet beating the man up wasn't worth it. Unwilling to haggle with him further, Wei Zhao could only wave his hand and say, "All right, forget the pills. That condom thing you were selling earlier—I'll buy one."
"One's nowhere near enough! A stud like you, brother, ought to go seven rounds a night!" said the acne-faced man.
"Didn't you just say I couldn't get it up..." Wei Zhao was speechless.
"I was joking, brother. How about a set? One of each, every kind of pleasure!" The acne-faced man produced a ziplock bag with one of each type of condom inside.
"Fine, how much?" Wei Zhao asked.
"A hundred yuan," said the acne-faced man.
"You really are a highway robber." Wei Zhao fished out a hundred-yuan note and sent the acne-faced man on his way, casually stuffing the packet of condoms into his coat pocket.
"He's finally gone... Why did you buy that stuff?" Wang Xinyan eyed Wei Zhao warily.
"Would he have left if I hadn't?" Wei Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "If I hadn't bought something, who knows what else he'd have pulled out..."