'Look at the charm of Xia Hua culture. The same word, "fast," but with such different meanings.'
'Trying to play the experienced driver with her?' Si Shuo chuckled and bit back, "Xiao Cheng, haven't you heard? A male can't be called 'fast'..."
Xiao Cheng blinked, getting it in a second. His face flushed beet red as he stammered, "S-Sis, you know... I-I last a long time! I'm not fast at all."
Si Shuo hugged him, roaring with laughter. But then her expression changed, and she nipped him. "I'm hungry!"
Xiao Cheng grew shy. "You can eat me however you want, Sis..."
'This silly boy is letting his imagination run wild again.' Si Shuo tugged his tail. "I said, I'm hungry. The cub in my belly needs to eat. Am I supposed to skin you and roast you?"
Only then did Xiao Cheng jump up, carrying Si Shuo to the outer room.
The males had long since figured out Si Shuo's routine. The table was already laden with all sorts of food—to be precise, a seafood feast prepared by Gong You.
