With that, Xia Liang hung up the phone, placing a hand on her waist.
"Let's just wait for the show to start."
Han Mengyu, however, wasn't interested in watching any show. Her interest was now entirely on Xia Liang.
"So what about now?"
"Now? We drink."
Since the woman was being so forward, Xia Liang certainly wasn't going to back down. He wasn't afraid of having another lover, after all. He picked up his glass, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Now, it's your turn."
With that, he downed the drink in one gulp...
Five minutes later, Han Mengyu finally broke away, gasping for breath.
HUFF... HUFF... HUFF...
"You're out of breath already?"
In contrast, Xia Liang was perfectly calm. What was five minutes? He could go for half an hour without breaking a sweat.
Han Mengyu shot Xia Liang a look, her words hinting at something more. "With things like this, it's too early to draw conclusions."
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