Liang Yu gently lifted Li Qing's palm from her thigh, coquettishly chuckled, and said, "Brother, don't be so eager, there will be plenty of time for you to touch me slowly later. Let's have a drink first, okay?"
"Having a drink is nowhere as comfortable as touching you. You still haven't told me your price!" Li Qing placed his hand back on purpose.
Seeing this, Liang Yu didn't resist anymore and chuckled, "Brother, my price is very high. If you can marry me, I will go out with you."
"That joke isn't funny at all," Li Qing said, his hand caressing Liang Yu's smooth thigh, slowly wandering toward the crease.
Sitting at a table in such a place, yet talking to customers about marriage.
Even if it was just an excuse for rejection, Li Qing found the reason somewhat laughable.
