"The deeper the love, the deeper the wound," Xiao Fangfang sighed before finally saying, "You men only care about your own pleasure. You say you're thinking about women, but it's all lies. If you really thought about women, you wouldn't be like this."
"Feelings are complicated. I didn't do it on purpose," Ye Xiong said.
"Still saying it wasn't on purpose? You men are just chasing a thrill. Never mind you fooling around with other women, but can't you be a little more careful? Would it kill you to wear a condom and take some precautions?" Xiao Fangfang scolded.
Uh.
Ye Xiong was rather embarrassed by her tirade.
"Hasn't your boyfriend ever told you that wearing one of those things feels like showering with your clothes on? It's really uncomfortable," Ye Xiong said.
Xiao Fangfang's mouth twitched. For some reason, her face suddenly turned red. Discussing such topics with a man—her best friend's husband, no less—made her feel quite awkward.
