Inside the car, Lin Lu kissed him several times in one go.
Because this peck-like kissing was indeed a bit comical, after ten pecks, both of them couldn't help but laugh.
"Let's go grab some food first," Cheng Zhu suggested.
Otherwise, if her lips were to swell from kissing, she would be embarrassed to go to the restaurant.
In the end, the two of them picked a seafood hotpot place.
Lin Lu stuffed herself until she was full.
Then, rubbing her distended belly, she began to shift the blame: "It's all your fault for ordering so much."
Cheng Zhu: "Who was it that just had to fight me for the last piece of wagyu?"
Lin Lu, indignant, gave him a twist and said, "The weather's getting hotter, and now my weight loss plan is affected again; it's all your fault!"
Cheng Zhu turned his head and looked at her, surprised: "But I don't think you've gained any weight."
"I have, especially around my waist and thighs."
