Peng Hui jealously muttered under her breath: "Damn! That's enough, you! What are you showing off for!"
The barbecue arrived, and the two of them started grilling and eating, Zhao Meimei picked up a grilled sausage, took a bite, and inhaled sharply from the heat: "Ouch, this is delicious, you must try it!" Saying this, she stuck out her tongue and licked the twitching sausage.
Peng Hui looked at her: "Can't you just eat it? Why are you licking it like that... like..."
Zhao Meimei: "Like what! ... I think you've been watching too many movies! You pervy!"
Peng Hui had a mischievous look on her face: "Hey, tell me, what do you and your brother usually do? Is it like those movies with all kinds of tricks? Do you use props? What kind of pajamas do you wear at home?"
Zhao Meimei stuffed the remaining sausage into her mouth, rolled her eyes with disdain: "I refuse to discuss the subtleties of ink paintings with someone who hasn't even experienced their first love."
