Xiao Hao has other women.
When she hung up the phone, Aunt Meijing realized this.
She sighed, turning her head to look at the moonlight outside the window, and couldn't help but recall the night she had spent with Su Hao.
The moon was beautiful that night, and they were both immersed in the moonlight and tranquility, without doing that kind of thing.
Aunt Meijing had once thought it was a beautiful memory, but now she regretted it.
If, if I had been more proactive that day, would the outcome have been different?
Lying on Su Hao's bed, Aunt Meijing found it hard to sleep.
She turned her head, looking at her pillow, where Su Hao's figure should have been, but now there was only an unopened pair of black stockings.
So Xiao Hao was telling the truth that day, I really do like him.
Touching her chest, Aunt Meijing made a certain decision.
…
In the hotel, the battle had ended, and Lin Yingchun lay languidly on Su Hao's lap, seemingly resting.
Su Hao, meanwhile, held the menu, flipping through page after page, mumbling to himself.
"What are you muttering about?" Lin Yingchun listened for a while, finally unable to resist looking up and asking.
"I'm complaining about the dishes here; the portions all look so small." Su Hao stroked his chin: "Is this the legendary 'smaller portion, higher price'?"
"I think the portions are just right." Lin Yingchun sat up, leaning against Su Hao's embrace: "If you don't like it, shall we order takeout instead? I want fried chicken."
"Fried chicken?" Su Hao's lips curved upwards: "But I just had a roasted chicken."
"Roasted chicken? Where's the roasted chicken?" Lin Yingchun was stunned for a moment, turned her head, scanned left and right a few times, then suddenly realized Su Hao was referring to her.
"Bastard! How dare you tease me?" Grabbing Su Hao's shoulder, Lin Yingchun was both annoyed and amused.
"Just kidding." Su Hao hugged Lin Yingchun: "If you're unhappy, you can also call me a roasted duck, I don't mind."
"Shameless, I really give up on you." Lin Yingchun helplessly picked up her phone: "What flavor of fried chicken do you want?"
"Is there Lin Jia…" Su Hao was about to say Lin Jiayu, but quickly changed his words: "Lin Yingchun flavor?"
"Lin Jia what?" Lin Yingchun narrowed her eyes: "Lin Jiayu? Were you with her before you came to the hotel?"
"Uh… do you want the truth or a lie?"
"Don't even start! Saying that is as good as admitting it." Lin Yingchun put her arm around Su Hao's shoulder: "I never would have thought, you never would have thought, that the second person you made a move on would actually be Lin Jiayu.
Confess honestly, what did you two do?"
"Actually, it was nothing much." Su Hao scratched his head: "She just treated me to an ice cream-flavored Lin Jiayu."
"Ice cream flavored Lin Jiayu?" Lin Yingchun snorted, "You're playing quite a game. So now, are you thinking of fried chicken flavored Lin Yingchun?"
"That wouldn't be good." Su Hao looked at Lin Yingchun's fair body, "Fried chicken is too greasy; it would feel very uncomfortable on your body."
"Consider yourself lucky, I won't pursue it anymore." Lin Yingchun pouted, "I ordered honey-flavored fried chicken. What about you?"
"The same as you." Seeing Lin Yingchun let him off, Su Hao immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Alright then, do you want to order beer? Or just buy some from the hotel?" Lin Yingchun nodded, asking softly.
"Beer?" Su Hao hesitated, then bravely asked, "Do you have seaweed wine?"
"You! You still want to drink seaweed wine?" Lin Yingchun pointed at Su Hao, saying in disbelief, "Aren't you satisfied yet? Aren't you tired?"
"Just kidding, how could I be tired?" Su Hao placed his hand on Lin Yingchun's thigh, "If you're tired, then forget it. We can drink it another time."
"I'm tired? Are you looking down on me?" Lin Yingchun threw her phone down and stormed towards the fridge, "There's wine in the room, I'll get it for you!"
"Tsk tsk, truly a high-class hotel, it has everything." Watching Lin Yingchun pull a bottle of wine from the fridge, Su Hao couldn't help but lick his lips.
Tonight's dinner was truly lavish.
"You… what kind of look is that?" Lin Yingchun turned around and saw Su Hao's gaze, suddenly becoming flustered, "You're not really going to drink seaweed wine, are you? I just said it casually, I'm really out of energy."
"It's alright, I have energy. You just lie here." Su Hao patted the spot beside him.
"Are you serious?" Lin Yingchun carefully lay down, "After three hundred rounds, you still have energy?"
"Whether I have energy or not, you'll know in a moment." Su Hao casually opened the wine and poured it over Lin Yingchun.
Under the light, the wine was as dazzlingly red as a gem, while Lin Yingchun's skin was as pure, flawless, and translucent as fine jade.
The two complemented each other, together creating a beautiful portrait of a lady.
"You big pervert!" Seeing Su Hao's gaze, Lin Yingchun knew she was doomed.
Although the wine felt icy cold on her body, Su Hao's gaze made her feel a different kind of 'heat'.
"You got the wine. How am I a pervert?" Su Hao leaned down and tasted the wine from Lin Yingchun's neck, his face instantly filled with ecstasy.
"Grape wine in luminous cups, we yearn to drink as the pipa urges us on; lying drunk on the battlefield, my lord, do not laugh, for how many have returned from ancient wars? What a poem, what a poem!"
Su Hao recited the beautiful ancient poem and began his conquest.
…
It wasn't until the takeout phone rang that the battle of "wine" came to an end.
Lin Yingchun, as she had said, was truly out of energy. Midway through the battle, she had already let Su Hao do as he pleased, and now she was sprawled on the sofa, not even wanting to move a single finger.
"I'm going to get the fried chicken. You rest for a bit." Su Hao picked up his phone and stretched.
"Mm…" Lin Yingchun responded with a faint voice.
"Such a weakling." Looking at Lin Yingchun's powerless state, Su Hao shook his head and turned to open the door.
This scoundrel! Hearing Su Hao's evaluation of her, Lin Yingchun's face stiffened, feeling her confidence, like her body, had been severely ravaged.
She swore to heaven that she really wanted to beat Su Hao up, or fight him for three thousand rounds, and then fiercely scorn him.
But she truly, had the will but lacked the strength.
Does he really not get tired? Looking at Su Hao's back before he left, Lin Yingchun muttered to herself, then closed her eyes.
"Senior, the fried chicken is here! Huh? Why are you still on the sofa?" When Su Hao returned to the room, he saw Lin Yingchun sprawled on the sofa, as if dead.
"Do you think… everyone is like you?" Lin Yingchun reluctantly raised her head, "I'm out of energy, you feed me."
"Feed you?" Su Hao frowned, "But I'm worried I won't be able to resist."
"Can't resist?" Lin Yingchun shivered, a hint of fear appearing in her eyes, "If you want me dead, just say so."