I took the bag cheerfully, oblivious to Damon standing next to me. I shyly thanked Jones. "Thanks, Dr. Jones. I owe you a meal!" "Hold on, what's this?" Damon suddenly grabbed my wrist. I couldn't get away. He glared at the black bag in my hand, his eyes filled with hostility. I felt satisfied in my heart. Isn't Damon a hypocrite? Wasn't he afraid of people finding out that I betrayed him? And now I'm shamelessly getting close to his best friend, which must be driving him crazy. I let him grab the bag from me, open it, and watched as his face turned sour. 'How could you…" Damon is a guy with no manners, he never hides it when he gets angry. "You let Jones buy you this kind of stuff?" "Huh? What's wrong with him buying me some pads?" I played dumb on purpose. "And this!" Damon was so angry he almost threw the pink underwear at my face. His face was dark, fuming. Jones was also looking at me, seemingly pondering something. Actually, I didn't expect Jones to be so thoughtful. I only needed tampons and a skirt, but he considered that my underwear was dirty too. How did such a wealthy. good-looking, principled, and considerate man lose to Damon in my past life?
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