At noon, Wen Yao sent a message.
She said she and Han Ling both had some things to take care of yesterday and couldn't make it, but they finally had time today.
Her words were filled with longing.
The invitation was unmistakable.
Remembering the youthful and graceful bodies of the two young girls, Li Chen felt a surge of desire and was itching to move.
Last time, he had them in both arms but didn't get to do it together; there was a tinge of regret in his heart.
Now that the girls had taken the initiative to invite him, he was even more restless.
"Xiao Chen, why are you grinning so happily? Who is it?" Jiang Qing noticed and asked curiously.
"A classmate!" Li Chen reined in his smile and replied casually.
"If you've got stuff to do, go ahead. Aunt Qing can manage alone," Jiang Qing said with a nod.
Looking at her mature and beautiful face, Li Chen's burning passion cooled slightly.
"Aunt Qing, it's nothing important."
He hesitated for a moment but decided to stay.
