"Dr. Tang, I really can't thank you enough for today." Li Mengzhu sat next to Tang Feng under the cool pavilion, smiling as she spoke.
"You're too kind—it was nothing, really. Besides, having a beautiful lady for company is always a pleasure," Tang Feng replied.
Li Mengzhu was the girl's name.
She was 21 years old and a junior at the Art Institute.
Although Li Mengzhu's looks were average, and she wasn't tall, her figure was genuinely beyond reproach.
As they hung out, the two became increasingly familiar with each other.
At times, Li Mengzhu would lean against Tang Feng, her ample fullness pressing against his arm, which felt quite nice.
"I'm hardly what you'd call a beauty," Li Mengzhu said with a light laugh. "But you, Dr. Tang, you're a real stud. Along the way, several talent scouts wanted to pull you into the entertainment biz.
Their discerning eyes are tough to please—it's not easy to catch their attention."
Tang Feng just smiled noncommittally.
