"I'm really hungry, I want a feast."
Liew Menglu was relentless, her arms wrapping tighter and tighter as if she wanted to stuff her entire being into Shen Yuan's body.
Shen Yuan's back felt the pressure as he raised an eyebrow, "Are you talking about a proper feast?"
"Husband~ This isn't just about being proper~"
Liew Menglu's tone was soft and sweet, full of tenderness: "Actually, it's a double entendre."
"What double entendre?"
Shen Yuan asked with keen interest.
A blush suddenly tinted Liew Menglu's cheeks: "One is to eat my husband, and the other is to eat my husband's big **."
Shen Yuan couldn't help but laugh: "So there's no proper feast to eat?"
"This is the proper feast for me."
Liew Menglu's hands began to wander again, not staying still, like a starving refugee suddenly faced with a feast of delicacies, drooling with desire.
"Are you that starved?"
"Mmhmm, I get starved just seeing you, what should I do about this?"