"What do you mean, 'happier'?"
Meiting asked, her doubts surfacing as she lay on Gao Yuan's chest, tracing idle circles on his skin.
It wasn't that she suspected the capsule had any side effects—after all, Gao Yuan had taken one too. She just couldn't figure out why he had come all this way just to give her a pill.
"Why the rush?"
Gao Yuan said as his hands began to roam over Meiting's body. He started using traditional Chinese massage techniques, and in no time at all, Meiting was experiencing that happiness for herself.
And it wasn't just happiness; it was an urgent, desperate need.
This was the first time Meiting had ever experienced such a twofold pleasure. Gao Yuan stayed at her place until after they had lunch.
Of course,
cooking was out of the question. Meiting didn't keep any ingredients at home; she hadn't cooked on her stove in a long time.
She ate out for nearly every meal.
The two of them ordered a lavish takeout meal and made do with that.
