Shopping with the devil (2)

Jia carried a small, delicate paper bag which held the red dress Mingshen chose as they exited the store. The light paper bag felt extremely heavier to carry when she thought of the bill that he just so very casually paid with his shiny black card.

"You really didn't have to do this…"

He smirked. "I hope you now understand my sincerity."

"Sincerity in what?"

"You know."

What is this guessing game he is playing with me for a while?

She took a peek at the dress and glanced up at him. "But I must say that you have a good choice. Where did you learn to buy women's clothes?"

Mingshen stopped walking and looked at her as if she made him relive hell.

"Who else could it be but my mom?"

"I see-"

"It can only be mom, right? I mean the spartan training that she made me go through has toughened me up so much that I will be able to shop for women even in my sleep."

"...Got it. So-"