Father Zhao took the bloody meat from Song Zhongsheng's hand. When Song Zhongsheng listened to Father Zhao chopping the meat in the kitchen, he revealed a ghastly and strange smile, and stroked Zhao Hongmei's flesh.
Zhao Hongmei came from a good family and had been pampered by her parents. Although her looks were average, her skin was soft and tender all over. Song Zhongsheng stroked Zhao Hongmei's delicate neck and drooled with a sinister gaze. He gently kissed the back of Zhao Hongmei's neck and lamented faintly, "Hongmei, you're so white! You taste so good!"
Zhao Hongmei thought that Song Zhongsheng was flirting with her. When she felt him lick the back of her neck and heard his praise, she was moved and overjoyed. However, considering that she was in Father and Mother Zhao's room, she said shyly in a trembling voice, "Official Song, this… this is my parents' room. After… after dinner, tonight… I'll give it to you tonight! By the way, you like the meat my father cooks, right?"
