When Lola blew her hair dry and walked out of the bathroom, the big boxes were all gone and she failed to find them after searching for a while. "Did you throw… the stuff away?" she asked in a low voice, blushing.
Seeing the glow on her face which made her look especially gentle and charming, Blake stroked her face and whispered, "You’re not happy to see them, so I put them in somewhere you can’t see and won’t take them out until I need them. Oh... We have two big boxes of the stuff on the bedside, enough for us to use for a while. Don't worry. I’ll replenish it in time."
Lola’s face turned even redder at his words. She shot him an angry glare and shouted, "Wh-why are you talking about this?"
Blake said innocently, "Aren’t you asking me where the 10 boxes of things are?"
Lola couldn’t
