Three hours later, Mirage Qimeng leaned enchantingly and contentedly against Shen Qiang's chest, her beautiful eyes shyly accusing, "You naughty fellow, always making trouble. We clearly agreed it was just for dinner."
Her clever eyes gazed at Shen Qiang with a smile, and she complained further, "And... you owe me a confession."
"I love you." Shen Qiang raised an eyebrow, shooting her a look.
She burst into laughter, "Tch, no sincerity at all. Men are so quick to fall for some woman, but for you to truly love her, that's impossible."
Shen Qiang laughed, hugging her fragrant shoulder, "When I confess, you think it's insincere. When I don't, you think I'm disrespectful. Come on, tell me, what exactly do you want?"
The charming Mirage Qimeng laughed, then pretended to pout and said, "Can't you just humor me a bit? Can't you be a little more gentlemanly, a bit more refined?"
