Zhao Meimei, panting heavily, asked, "Bro, did you pick up the cake?"
Shi Yang started the car while gesturing for her to look at the back seat.
Zhao Meimei leaned forward to take a glance. Only then did she relax and cheerfully boast, "Bro, the cake I ordered is guaranteed to be something you'll love."
Shi Yang gave a mischievous smile, "Do you know what I like to eat?"
Zhao Meimei puffed out her small chest, "Of course I do!"
Shi Yang turned off the interior lights, and the car instantly went dark. He beckoned Zhao Meimei with a curled finger, "Since you know what I like, why don't you hurry up and serve it?"
Zhao Meimei blinked twice and then realized, chuckling foolishly twice. She leaned over and wrapped her arms around Shi Yang's neck, giving him a smooch on the mouth.
Shi Yang smacked his lips, teasingly, "Hmm, it does smell nice, but you're being too perfunctory. I can't even taste anything!"
