Lu Yuhao just smiled, "I want to see how sweet you are."
Miao Feishuang was teased by him, and she smiled back, "Does Vice Marshal Lu want to have a taste?"
The game between adult men and women always requires a match between equals to be interesting.
If one side is too strong and the other too weak, it loses its appeal.
Lu Yuhao placed a hand on the back of her chair, his tone full of possession, "Sure!"
Miao Feishuang thought he had a white moonlight, and wouldn't be interested in her so quickly, which is why she felt confident enough to marry him.
Who would have known that this man would change recently.
"This is a restaurant, don't do this in public," Miao Feishuang said, wiping her mouth with a napkin, and got up to leave.
After Lu Yuhao called for the bill, he too went to the parking lot.
