The two of them didn't eat out today. Shen Meng's aunt had specially cooked some of her favorite dishes and called her in the afternoon to come home for dinner.
After their customary long French kiss, he reluctantly let her go home.
Shen Meng's figure was pure supermodel, and Yang Hui always felt on the verge of losing control around her. It seemed he would have to find a chance to finally sleep with her, or else he'd have to keep going to Liu Shasha for his daily release.
'Sigh, I'm supposed to be a man of pure intentions, but my girlfriend just won't put out. She's the one forcing me to go out and fool around.'
If anyone heard such thoughts, they'd surely curse him out for being so shameless.
As Shen Meng was changing her shoes in the entryway and setting her purse aside, she heard her aunt call from inside, "Meng Meng, hurry up and wash your hands! Come and eat! I made your favorite—braised prawns!"
"Thanks, Auntie."
