Are You Full?

"Speak. What were you thinking about just now?" Xie Jiuhan said coldly.

"I, I'm thinking, what are we going to do after dinner?" Feng Qing lowered her head and said weakly.

The man stared at her with a gaze as scorching as magma, as if he wanted to melt her. As she watched the man eat the prawn, she felt that the big prawn was like her, being fiercely enjoyed by the man.

Feng Qing's mouth was dry and she felt extremely guilty. She had no choice but to take a sip of the red wine to appear less nervous. Xie Jiuhan chewed the prawn elegantly and stared at Feng Qing's flushed face. The man's lips curled up as he gently licked the grease on his fingers. In his eyes, Feng Qing was just a kitten. When she was full, he naturally had to cherish her.

Half an hour later, the romantic dinner of the two of them was over. Feng Qing collapsed on the chair and patted her belly. She let out a burp and had a satisfied expression on her face.