Dahai replied, "It's better now."
"Wow, your body's really something. Just two days and you're already better."
Looking at the message she had sent, Wang Dahai always felt that she was hinting at something.
Lu Wen: "Are you free tonight? I'd like to treat you to dinner."
"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony."
The two made arrangements for the time and place, and Wang Dahai drove his car down to the company building.
Around five in the afternoon, Da Hai rode his motorcycle to a chic restaurant, where he met Lu Wen.
Lu Wen seemed to have dressed up specially, wearing a pair of jeans that accentuated her figure, wrapping her rounded behind.
Her black hair was tied into a high ponytail, giving her a fresh and lively look.
"Mr. Wang, you're here."
Lu Wen greeted him generously and naturally, not at all awkward despite the physical contact they had previously shared.
After dinner, it was only seven-thirty.
