"Dazhuang, tell me honestly, how many women have you done this kind of thing with?"
During the break, Sister Hong gave Dazhuang a disdainful glance and suddenly asked him a question that was quite embarrassing.
Dazhuang furrowed his brow, thought for a while, and then said, "Well... I've never really counted, but it must be eight if not ten."
That was indeed the truth, though some of those women had long since lost contact with him.
Hearing this, Sister Hong frowned unhappily, "I didn't expect you to be such a Casanova. Then, haven't I made a huge loss doing that kind of thing with you?"
"Alright, if that's the case, then we should do it a few more times, just to compensate you." As he spoke, Dazhuang reached out and forcefully squeezed her buttocks.
"Stop, stop, I don't want any compensation, no..." Sister Hong was terrified and kept waving her hands.
For the time that followed, we went back to the dining table and continued eating and drinking.