A private room in a barbecue restaurant.
Yang Feilong and the other two were eating here, while Han Yun leaned intimately against Yang Feilong, feeding him.
After Lin Wushuang left dejectedly, Yang Feilong and the other two came here.
"Can you not show affection in front of me?" Mo Yihan said resentfully, looking at Yang Feilong and Han Yun being lovey-dovey.
"Don't you have a fiancé? You could have gone with him when he left!" Han Yun teased.
"..." Hearing this, Mo Yihan was furious.
"Han Yun, you're going too far, I challenge you to a duel!" Mo Yihan gritted her teeth, and the knife and fork in her hand instantly cut the meat on the plate in front of her in half.
"A duel? Who's afraid of whom? Just tell me what the challenge is!" Han Yun provoked.
"Alright, Feilong, you be our referee!" Mo Yihan looked at Yang Feilong: "I believe you can be fair and just!"
Seeing the two best friends start to quarrel, Yang Feilong said with a chuckle, "Okay, I'm very happy to see two beauties compete!"
"Tell me, what are we competing on?" Han Yun said with full fighting spirit.
"Let's see who can lift their chest higher?" As she spoke, Mo Yihan lifted her two mountains, jiggled them, and looked at Han Yun provocatively.
Han Yun was stunned at first, then blushed and scolded, "Mo Yihan, aren't you ashamed?"
"Uh." Yang Feilong was also dumbfounded. There was such a competition? It was truly eye-opening, but he had to admit, Mo Yihan's chest was plump and magnificent, the most impressive he had seen on any woman.
It was as if she had grown up drinking from a dairy cow.
Normally, something so large would look awkward, but Mo Yihan's figure was too good. After all, she ran a yoga class, with a slender, shapely figure, and coupled with her stunning beauty, it made one want to hold her in their arms and play with her.
"What's shameful about it? I'm not afraid in front of your man, what are you afraid of? What hasn't your man seen?" Mo Yihan provocatively said, "If you don't dare to compete, then just admit defeat!"
"You..." Mo Yihan's teeth itched with anger. She turned to look at Yang Feilong, hoping he would say a few words for her, but to her dismay, Yang Feilong looked very interested.
"Do you really want to see it?" Han Yun stared straight into Yang Feilong's eyes.
"Ahem, well, not that I really want to see it!" Yang Feilong chuckled dryly.
"Not that you really want to see it? Does that mean you actually do?" Han Yun said irritably.
"Country bumpkin, uncultured. I've never even heard of such a novel competition before, so I'm a bit curious," Yang Feilong rubbed his nose and said with a shy smile.
Han Yun: "..."
Mo Yihan giggled, "How about we take off our clothes and compete? It'll definitely be more exciting."
Yang Feilong: "..."
He blinked. It could be like this?
"I admit defeat! I can't win a competition of shamelessness against you!" Han Yun said indignantly, seeing her man's unpromising appearance.
Mainly, she felt this matter was too shameful. Although they had experienced intimacy, in terms of shamelessness, she was still far behind Mo Yihan. After all, Mo Yihan, that old pervert, could drive on any rough road and do it skillfully!
Yang Feilong sighed.
"Little Feilong, you seem very disappointed. It's not my fault, it's because Xiao Yunyun is too cowardly!" Mo Yihan said teasingly, "How about we book a room later, and I'll show you how to lift your chest privately? I guarantee it'll dazzle your eyes!"
"This, ahem, it doesn't seem very appropriate!" Yang Feilong sneakily glanced at Mo Yihan, then at Han Yun, whose face had turned black. He immediately said righteously, "Vixen, do not confuse my mind! I am a gentleman, unyielding to force, and uncorrupted by temptation! Don't say such things to me in person."
"Not in person? In private?" Mo Yihan found it amusing to see Yang Feilong putting on a serious act. She hadn't realized this guy was so interesting before. Yes, if she could become his girlfriend, it seemed it wouldn't be boring.
Seeing the two flirting, Han Yun was annoyed. She hadn't even decided whether to set them up, and these two scoundrels were already hooking up!
It was really infuriating. How did she find such a man and such a lewd best friend!
The two were truly a match made in heaven!
One is philandering, the other is flirtatious.
They are very well-matched!
Han Yun inexplicably felt a bit heartbroken. After all this effort, was she the superfluous one?
Yang Feilong made a joke. Seeing that Han Yun seemed a bit unhappy, he smiled, picked up a piece of meat, and fed it to Han Yun's mouth, saying, "Okay, my little darling, have some meat to nourish yourself. You've lost weight."
Han Yun blushed, "What nonsense are you spouting? I'm older than you."
Hearing Yang Feilong's address, and with an outsider present, it felt really embarrassing. Well, if Mo Yihan knew she had inadvertently become an outsider, she would probably be heartbroken.
The slight resentment in her heart disappeared because of Yang Feilong's "little darling." She ate the meat Yang Feilong fed her, enduring the embarrassment.
Seeing Han Yun blush all over from the mushy "little darling," Mo Yihan exclaimed, feeling her bones go numb.
"Little Feilong, I want you to feed me too." Mo Yihan said enviously, acting coquettishly.
"Don't you have hands?" Yang Feilong asked curiously.
Mo Yihan: "..."
Pfft!
Han Yun couldn't help but laugh when she saw Mo Yihan stumped.
"I don't love you anymore, not at all. I was originally going to find you privately to see me lift my chest, but now it's gone. Even if you beg me, I won't show you!" Mo Yihan said with a look of being hurt and uttering hateful words.
"I can look at my little darling instead of you," Yang Feilong gave Mo Yihan a sideways glance, then looked at Han Yun affectionately and said, "Little darling, okay?"
"Oh my god, you're still calling me that." Mo Yihan was happy, but also more ashamed.
"You are my little darling! In my heart, you are eighteen forever, a blooming flower," Yang Feilong said shamelessly, his face not blushing, his heart not skipping a beat. When it came to such sweet talk, he was now adept at it.
"I can't stand it, I can't stand it." Mo Yihan pretended to be unable to bear it, then pouted and said, "If you want to see Little Yunyun lift her chest, she has to be willing to show you!"
"Who says I won't show him?" Han Yun scoffed.
"Yours isn't as big as mine! It doesn't look as good when I lift it!" Mo Yihan said proudly.
"..." Han Yun was stunned. She was using size again to bully people!
"It's okay, I'll give you a massage when we get back, and I guarantee it won't be smaller than hers! Have you forgotten my massage skills?" Yang Feilong comforted her.
Actually, Han Yun's wasn't small, but compared to Mo Yihan, it was a small witch meeting a great witch.
"En? Really?" Han Yun's eyes lit up when she heard this.
"What massage? Does it have that kind of effect?" Mo Yihan asked in surprise.
"However, I don't think it's necessary. Too big is also a burden, and yours is already perfect!" Yang Feilong praised.
"I'll listen to you," Han Yun responded sweetly and then fed Yang Feilong food, looking like a virtuous wife.
Mo Yihan was fed dog food again and couldn't help but look at the shameless couple with disdain. They were completely ignoring her existence!