Both of them spoke with seriousness, but the topic gradually shifted towards risqué remarks.
"If you're interested, I wouldn't mind!" Li Qing said.
Qin Wenjun pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose, those bright eyes quietly watching Li Qing, "Do you really want me to scream for help?"
"Forget it, I'm going home to eat," Li Qing decisively stood up and said.
This woman who liked women wasn't easy to mess with; a few jokes were enough.
Talk any more, and she would completely flip out!
Such a pure girl, yet she liked women and secretly used toys—what a shame.
When Li Qing returned home, dinner was just ready.
The fragrant chicken stew with mushrooms, along with several types of vegetables from their own garden, led Li Qing to eat two big bowls of rice.
After the meal, the women quickly cleaned up the dishes, not leaving anything for Li Qing to do.
