"So why do we absolutely have to come here to eat, do you really like men?"
Sani asked, full of disdain, as she looked at Cheng Daqi.
Sani was no angel at this moment.
"Of course not, I only like women! Don't talk nonsense!"
Choked by Sani's words, Cheng Daqi spoke while chewing.
"He's a very interesting subject, look, look at what he's doing!"
Cheng Daqi held his phone in one hand and a stale burger in the other.
The composition on the phone's screen was bizarre.
In the foreground, Cheng Daqi was dining with a beautiful, broad-chested black girl, and not far behind them stood a naked man.
This big fella was just sitting all twisted, but now he had gotten up.
His arm movements were languid, his steps peculiar—but none of that mattered.
The naked dude had just, just now, stuck his hand into his pants.
And it was the kind of gesture where he reaches behind his back, into the back of his pants.
"F**K, you can keep eating here yourself, I'm full!"
