Quenching the Thirst From Lovesickness

"Huh?" Lou Cheng gaped, too embarrassed to answer his little fairy's question.

Seeing his nonplussed reaction, Yan Zheke blinked innocently, pointing to the top left hand corner of the box.

"There's a '3' written here, doesn't that mean it comes in threes? I only see two inside…"

I'm young and innocent so I don't get it! You better not lie to me!

*Cough* Lou Cheng's face flushed scarlet. About time to come clean.

On the back of the box, in tiny prints, it was clearly stated that there were 3 pieces per packet. Now, given that Ke wasn't blind, she definitely wouldn't miss the words if she chose to look for it. Lying now would only draw suspicion— which might escalate into an inhumane case of domestic violence.

*Cough cough* He looked to the side as he coughed, in an attempt to hide his embarrassment as he tried to play it cool.