"Psh, I knew the boss couldn't get time off," Zhao Yan couldn't help herself but to make a snide comment. "Let's go, let's go. Let's just go eat."
Song Yun was already speeding towards the courtyard in his car, paying no mind to Zhao Yan's instigation. Images were flashing in his mind—one moment it was Xiao Qing, that little minx, in a bra, and the next moment it was Qingluan's healthy, elastic skin. But the image that dominated his thoughts was Li Shishi in an alluring bellyband, shy and blushing—it was just too damn exciting. Song Yun could hardly handle it by just the thought alone.
"Who was on the phone just now?" Qingluan, fresh from a bath and toweling off her still-damp hair, asked. "You were here moaning and groaning—do you feel unwell or something?"
"It was Song Yun on the phone. He said he'd abandon us to go pick up girls, so I had to fake a scene by myself," Li Shishi replied with a shrug.
