"Niannian, those are all old stories, let's not bring them up, alright?"
Su Nian didn't respond to him, instead she leaned on him, pressing her red lips unapologetically onto his lips.
Uh, don't misunderstand, below the red lips.
Zheng Haoyu inwardly smiled wryly, he could only endure it, but for a grown man, this pain wasn't really painful.
Su Nian was lying on him, playing around, shaking his lips from time to time, occasionally biting his chin. Several minutes passed, before she turned her head pretending to be startled when she glanced at the women still surrounding the dining table. She counted, there were eight of them, and although the restaurant was spacious enough, even with eight women around them, it didn't feel cramped.
Su Nian turned her head, her palm-sized face looked amiably at them, "What, do you want to watch the live show?"
