Wang Yue took the food box from her hands and helped her arrange the dishes on the table. After sitting down himself, he patted his thigh and said, "Come on, Sister Lan, sit here."
Li Menglan's face turned red with shyness, but she still obediently sat on his lap.
Wang Yue put his arms around her slender waist. Although her presence wasn't as thrilling as some other women, it allowed him to completely relax. The only downside was that since Li Menglan was about the same height as him, sitting on his lap meant her upper body was actually a bit higher than his, and thus she didn't give him that feeling of a petite woman clinging to him.
Wang Yue thought to himself that it was fortunate she wasn't his aunt; otherwise, it would be he sitting on her lap. But he believed that in a few years, he would be able to surpass his aunt, and then he would make sure she felt that way too!
