"Wow, this is delicious!"
Zong Rui put down her phone, focusing on savoring Qi Sheng’s cooking.
"If you like it, eat more."
With his woman looking at him so adoringly, Qi Sheng found it nearly impossible to suppress his smile.
"Darling, can you cook for me more often in the future?"
Having experienced Qi Sheng’s cooking, Zong Rui instantly felt that even high-end restaurants had lost their appeal.
"We’ll see how you behave."
Qi Sheng focused on his meal, silently praising his own skills.
’With cooking skills like these, would I ever have to worry about making money?’
’Too bad I’m not destined to be a chef.’
"So, how do you want me to behave?"
Zong Rui’s toes touched Qi Sheng’s calf. She blinked her big, beautiful eyes, her gaze tinged with a hint of seduction.
The image of her practicing her ’ball-handling’ skills yesterday afternoon flashed through his mind.
Qi Sheng instantly started eating faster.
’In a little while, I’ll let this vixen know just how mighty my Golden Cudgel is.’
"Er... I was thinking of going shopping later. Why don’t you go spend time with your other girlfriends?"
Zong Rui sensed the danger and quickly, obediently, pulled her beautiful legs back.
She didn’t dare tease Qi Sheng anymore, lest she have to put out the fire she started.
Even though her physique was good, she was still technically a ’wounded soldier’.
How could she withstand Qi Sheng’s ’devastation’?
’Don’t think that just because I’m inexperienced, I don’t understand anything.’
’Qi Sheng is a classic case of being naturally gifted.’
’A normal man could never possibly have that model.’
Thinking of this, Zong Rui suddenly understood why Qi Sheng had so many girlfriends.
According to what people say online, men who are strong in ’that department’ naturally have higher needs.
Most women can’t satisfy them on their own.
So, it was kind of understandable that Qi Sheng had a few girlfriends.
After all, men like that are a minority in the real world.
Zong Rui didn’t know if she should consider herself lucky or unlucky.
’Fortunately, aside from being too strong in that department and being a playboy, Qi Sheng doesn’t really have any other flaws.’
’He’s tall and handsome, which goes without saying, and taking him out is great for my image.’
’His sexy body with its eight-pack abs could make my friends’ group chat explode in an instant.’
Thinking of this, Zong Rui couldn’t help but open WeChat and send a few photos to Qu Man.
Qu Man: "Did you make this?"
Zong Rui: "No way. Qi Sheng made it."
Qu Man: "Wait, are you two living together?"
Zong Rui: "Mhm, we got together yesterday."
Qu Man: "..."
Zong Rui: "Heehee, let me show you my boyfriend’s eight-pack abs."
Qu Man: "That’s fake, right? Where’d you steal that picture from?"
Zong Rui: "Tch, I’m not lying. He really has an eight-pack, and his... ’thing’ is amazing too."
Qu Man: "Heh heh heh..."
Zong Rui: "Ahem, I asked him. It’s almost 22."

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