"How about it? Do you like it?"
Nia Mitchell's face was pitch-black. What is this?
Like it? No way!
Like giving yarn!
"This is a set of clothes I bought in France; it can enhance your bedroom fun."
Indeed, Evelyn Peary prepared a set of intimate clothing.
Seeing this, Maxwell Peary, standing to the side, had a flash of discomfort on his face.
How did he not know this sister was so improper?
He furrowed his brows but stayed silent.
"And here's this perfume; they say if a man smells it, he'll be itching for action. I don't know if it's true, but try it tonight."
Nia Mitchell: ......
"And this one, this is awesome, all you have to do is..."
......
Evelyn Peary pulled out a big stack of items from a nearby box, each one linked to that evening's activities.
Seeing this, Nia Mitchell immediately turned around.
"Uncle, let's go home.":
She decided, she was going to end her friendship with Evelyn Peary.
