She noticed Lin Jiang's gaze was fixed on her chest.
Chen Jingxian felt torn and conflicted.
"Go on, get out of here," Chen Jingxian said openly.
"If you're going, then let's go now. If not, I'll stay a little longer."
"Let's go. I'm really craving your braised pork."
As he spoke, Lin Jiang stood up and slapped Chen Jingxian on the butt.
"The perfect cut. Fatty but not greasy."
It wasn't a light slap. The sound was crisp, and the flesh of her cheeks even jiggled.
"You're impossible."
Chen Jingxian pinched Lin Jiang. "So hard."
"I'll be gentler next time."
"That's more like it."
SMACK—
Lin Jiang gave her a light pat.
"You hit me again."
"Didn't you say it was okay as long as I'm gentle and don't use too much force?"
Chen Jingxian paused. 'He's right, that is what I said. But why does it feel so strange? Something doesn't feel right.'
After tidying up a bit, the two of them left.
They went to the supermarket to buy a few things, then headed home.
