"Just what the hell was with Li Shishi's hand always resting on my waist," Song Yun wondered, as the other girls acted as if they hadn't seen anything, allowing Li Shishi to freely knead the soft flesh on his waist under the table.
After finishing the meal, Song Yun hurriedly ran to the counter to pay the bill. The dinner had been unbearably awkward, and it was better to head home quickly.
Having driven all the girls back home, Song Yun let out a sigh of relief. If he had encountered Wu Xin after the meal, he really wouldn't have known what to say.
After changing into new clothes upstairs, Song Yun sat on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, boredly watching TV while the girls and Song Yuxue huddled together, chatting about something. Flipping through the channels, he stumbled upon an evening news report.