As a girl, my boyfriend bought me underwear, and now he has bought all my underwear. The most important thing is that he asked for it. In the future, he can only buy my underwear, not myself. I really want to cry here, and I am a little touched. There may not be too many such boyfriends.

Speaking of the reason why he bought me underwear for the first time, I have to start with a coincidence. That time he came to my house and I went back to my bedroom to change clothes. He thought I was busy with other things in the bedroom, so he pushed the door and came in, and then found me changing in my underwear. He stared at my underwear for a few seconds, then went out and closed the door with a suppressed smile.

When we came out from home, he finally couldn't help laughing and asked me why I was wearing such lovely underwear, which was actually Spongebob's, beyond his imagination. He always thought that the underwear I was wearing was the queen's style, but the bright-eyed Spongebob deeply shocked his heart. I said my dear mother bought it for me. How cute! I like them very much. He held back his laughter and didn't speak again, so the matter ended.

Then one day, he invited me to eat western food. During the dinner, he told me that he had prepared a gift for me, but I couldn't open it until I got home. I agreed.

After returning home, I went back to my room and carefully opened the beautifully packaged box, thinking that such a big box was a dress. Or a pair of high heels? The more I think about it, the more excited I am, and the more I think about it, the happier I am. I was shocked when I opened the box. That's a set of underwear, very simple white. I was black in the face.

However, it occurred to me that it takes a lot of courage for a boy to go to an underwear store to buy ladies' underwear, so I was a little touched.

From then on, every month on the 5th and 30th of 15, he would send me a beautifully packaged box, sometimes bright pink and sometimes dark blue, all with luminous ribbons and beautiful bows. Open the box, sometimes a few cotton underwear, sometimes a beautiful pair of underwear, and sometimes a delicate bra, all of which are girls' favorite styles, some cute, some simple and some sexy. It seems that buying me underwear every month has become a habit in his life.

Sometimes when chatting with friends, they occasionally say with a little disgust, "My boyfriend has never bought me underwear, and he thinks it's too shameful for him to go to a place like that as a big man." Listening to what they say and thinking about their boyfriends, I think happiness is probably just like that. There is a person I love, and there is also a person who loves himself, living a simple and plain life.