Because this man was spending more and more time outside, his time with them grew increasingly scarce. Being taken by him, even once, was a rare moment of bliss.
"What do you want to eat today?" Xiang Yiren asked.
Sun Dasheng pinched her nose. "I'll eat whatever you have. I'm not picky."
"Since you haven't been coming around, we've been too lazy to cook and just order takeout," Jiang Ziyan explained from the side. "But since you're here today, we can't have that. We'll cook something ourselves."
Who would have thought that instead of a proper answer, she would be met with his large hand suddenly grabbing her chest. "I don't want to eat anything. I just want to feast on your breasts."
Jiang Ziyan blushed crimson, trying to push his mischievous hand away. "The others are here! What are you doing?"
"If you want me, you'll have to wait until tonight," she whispered.
The other two women just laughed, offering no help. Instead, they also reached for her chest.
