The two sets of lingerie in Lin Tian's hands: one is a purple lace hollow design, the other is a pink lace design. If you look closely, the purple set is slightly larger.
Haha, I'm so talented, Lin Tian thought mischievously, his face showing a sly smile, already imagining what the owners would look like after putting them on. The precious zombie blood almost impulsively rushed to flow out his nose.
He thought the names of these two lingerie styles are particularly poetic. The purple one is called "Mature Woman's Charm," and the pink one is "Young Girl's Sentiment." Lin Tian felt that the design and naming were worthy of giving the designer a hundred and one points—one more point wouldn't be worried to spoil her.
"Miss, please pack them separately, use the best gift box from your store," Lin Tian handed the underwear to the female clerk, smiled openly, completely unembarrassed about a man buying lingerie.
