"What did you say?" he gazed at her, enunciating each word.

"I don’t repeat the good words twice. If you didn’t hear them—"

"Let’s try again tonight."

He spoke in a low voice directly.

Li Zaijun’s eyes widened instantly.

What, what did he say?

But Shen Lin leaned in slightly, his hands bracing on the counter behind her waist, enveloping her entirely within his controllable area.

The warmth of his breath got even closer to her ear.

His voice was husky with a hint of persuasive coaxing, "I’ve been waiting a long time. Let’s try one more time. I’m filled with the feeling of you; you’ll like it."

As soon as these words came out, Li Zaijun realized what was happening, and her face instantly flared up like fire.

She gritted her teeth slightly, her breathing became disordered.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t understand, I need to go out now, get up."

As she spoke, her little hand pushed against his chest.

But Shen Lin suddenly grabbed her slender waist, leaned down and bit her lips lightly, chuckling, "They will always leave, won’t they?"

"Hmm, wishful thinking."

Shen Lin coolly and unapologetically delivered the verdict.

When Shen Lin grilled a steak and brought up a pot of soup, Wen Xian’s appetite was instantly stimulated.

"What soup is this, it smells really good."

She asked subconsciously.

Shen Lin was silent for a moment before finally saying, "Turtle soup."

No sooner had these words left his mouth than Wen Xian, who had just had a sip of the soup, choked, started coughing, and her face turned red. Lu Xiao busily patted her back, his expression extremely complicated.

He glanced at Shen Lin and with a meaningful tone said, "You’ve really thought of everything."

He couldn’t argue, after all, it was the truth; men know men best, indeed.

He touched his nose and kept silent.

This stuff, after drinking it, greatly nourishes.

As for where it nourishes, that need not be said.

But Li Zaijun truly didn’t understand what they were talking about at the moment, still looking confused, she said to Shen Lin:

"You know, this turtle soup is quite delicious. I can’t believe you even know how to make soup."

Shen Lin straightforwardly said, "There’s still so much you don’t know about me; indeed, I did everything. How about it, wanna get to know me all over again?"

With his words out, Li Zaijun replied earnestly, "Hmm, the turtle soup is indeed delicious."

Shen Lin was thoroughly hurt.

The meal was rushed through, as Shen Lin was eagerly waiting for what would happen after the meal.

Lu Xiao couldn’t possibly still be hanging around without leaving, right...?

What he feared most came to pass.

After dinner, Lu Xiao seemingly had no intention of leaving immediately.

In the vast, luxurious living room, Lu Xiao reclined against the sofa with a lazy, elegant demeanor.

Next to him sat Wen Xian, in front of them a fruit plate. Lu Xiao was unapologetically taking his fruit, feeding his wife.

Peeling a mandarin orange for Wen Xian to eat.

What could Shen Lin say then,