Wang Fan felt refreshed like having a chilled watermelon on a hot day.
Look, just look at the perks of having a girlfriend who doesn't dampen spirits and even joins in the fun.
Wang Fan stifled a proud smile, but his face still broke into a broad grin: "Did you smear honey on your lips today? Though my skills are decent, this is a centuries-old establishment, surely there are plenty who are better than me."
Zhuo Qianqian raised her eyebrows, checked her surroundings to make sure no one was nearby, and leaned in to whisper in Wang Fan's ear: "Why don't you try and see if I did?"
"Pfft…"
Wang Fan nearly spat out imaginary old blood; his face, at that moment, standing on Mount Emei, could confidently claim: "None of the monkeys' behinds on this mountain are as red as my face!"
He looked at Zhuo Qianqian in disbelief, but she just kept raising her eyebrows playfully.
Seeing Wang Fan's colorful expression, Zhuo Qianqian couldn't hold back her laughter.
