Shen Qiang hung up the phone with a bewildered expression. Although he could still feel the sensation of Wenren Meiqiao's long legs pressing on his shoulders, and her strong jasmine-like fragrance seemed to linger around his nose and mouth, they had just fought at noon, and now everything was fine in the afternoon?
And she wanted him to treat her to some meat?
Uh...
The temperament of women is indeed like a needle at the bottom of the ocean.
As he was thinking about it, the school beauty Qin Yurou looked at Shen Qiang with bright eyes and said in a sweet voice, "That stern-faced dual-sword lady hellion is looking for you again?"
Shen Qiang replied, "Yeah, she said she wants me to treat her to dinner. Let's go together. She's not bad, it's just her temper. We just had a little misunderstanding before."
