"What did you buy?"
She opened the bag she was carrying and flipped through it: five packs of sanitary pads, both day use and night use, surprisingly all her usual brand.
And there were a few boxes of condoms, counting them, there were five boxes, all the same brand, different types, why buy so many?
"I'll use condoms in the future."
Though he was reluctant, for Valentine Teller's sake, he could only compromise.
"Okay."
Valentine lowered her head, feeling as if a mix of flavors—sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty—had all been stirred together inside her, a very strange feeling.
Under the streetlight's illumination, she carefully examined the boxes of condoms, seeing ultra-thin, smooth and lubricated, and even hot and spiraled...
Confused, she asked, "What's the difference between these?"
"What?" Mark Reed glanced sideways at her, seeing her holding condoms, and understanding her meaning, casually replied, "They're pretty much the same, not much difference."
