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Wrapped in a large towel, she walked out of the bathroom, lying directly on the bed, feeling drowsy. But she was promptly pulled up by him.

"Dry your hair before sleeping. Be careful not to catch a cold," he said while picking up the hairdryer.

She half-lay on the edge of the bed, squinting like a lazy cat. She allowed the hairdryer to hum beside her ear, lost in thought.

Her gaze fell on a partially open drawer, where a box of unpackaged condoms lay inside.

Isabella vaguely remembered when they were intimately involved, he simultaneously kissed her while reaching for the drawer.

"When did you buy these?" she pointed to the drawer and asked.

"A few days ago," Andrew casually replied.

In fact, he had bought them the day after their last encounter.

"Who allowed you to buy these!" She covered her face, irritated. The sight of the box felt glaringly inappropriate. She couldn't comprehend why he bought such a large box; at least it seemed enough for dozens of times.

"I don't parti