The mournful tone made Gu Jin feel a pang of sympathy. She smiled, set down her book, and stood up to walk toward him.
"I remember, I just didn't expect you'd get the equipment so quickly."
"I had someone buy it, and it just arrived."
An Mingji tossed the equipment into the living room and took out a set of skimpy clothes.
Calling them skimpy was being generous.
It was clearly a pitifully small... bikini.
This thing was obviously meant for Gu Jin.
An Mingji hurriedly stuffed the clothes into Gu Jin's arms, "These are yours."
Then, feeling uneasy, he bent down and found his own surfing suit among the pile of equipment.
An Mingji didn't dare to meet Gu Jin's eyes; his gaze drifted around the living room, "Try it on to see if it fits. If it doesn't, we'll exchange it, but if it does, we'll head to the beach in a little while."
As he finished speaking, he dashed upstairs, not even waiting for Gu Jin's response.
