Anjiu stripped off her shoes and coat as soon as she entered, stretching out comfortably on the sofa, but because of her exaggerated movements, a small strip of her delicate belly was exposed.
Huasheng had been feeling quite smug that the slap he'd endured wasn't in vain, and progress seemed to be speeding along miraculously, but now that she was really here, he was a little nervous. He walked over and tugged her shirt down, "Hey, could you be a little more careful? I'm still a man, after all!"
Anjiu let out an "Oh," and then said, "So am I."
Huasheng choked for a moment, "...You're drunk, aren't you!"
Inspired, Anjiu did a swift sit-up and proposed, "Let's drink!"
"Uh...What?"
