Chen Nan took the condom from Anan's hand with a curious face, and saw that there were ultra-thin ones, whose nearly transparent material seemed to make people forget its existence.
There were also dotted ones with raised bumps all over the surface, as if adding a different stimulation to the passion.
And the ribbed ones with spiraling threads, as if whispering a unique seduction.
There was also a prolonging type, whether it truly made a man last longer, Chen Nan had never used it, so he had no say.
Looking at those four different types of condoms, a heat rose in Chen Nan's heart, a feeling of dry mouth and parched tongue surged up.
A hint of a smile flickered in his eyes as he said softly, "Sister An is so considerate, I'm a bit flattered."
"But, the choice still depends on Sister An's preference!"
