Zong Rui hadn't expected Qi Sheng to remember the dates of her period.
Her face instantly flushed crimson, and she could feel her cheeks burning.
"How could I possibly forget the date for such a beneficial activity that promotes our mutual physical and mental well-being?"
Qi Sheng had the thickest skin.
He wouldn't have been embarrassed even if others overheard.
'I'm just flirting with my own girlfriend.'
'Who has any right to comment?'
"I can't be bothered with you."
Zong Rui quickened her pace, afraid Qi Sheng's comments would get even more risqué.
"Welcome to Samurai's Beef."
The restaurant wasn't too crowded; after all, it was a barbecue place that cost over 500 yuan per person.
The working class couldn't afford it.
"I'm your waitress, Yuanyuan. Do you two have a reservation?"
The young waitress at the door had a bright, sunny smile and asked very politely.
"No, just find us any table by the window."
"Of course. This way, sir and madam."
