"This is delicious, this is delicious too..."

"How can there be such delicious food in the world? What kind of life have I been living the past few days?"

"Chu Fang, it's all your fault!"

“... ..."

At noon, Chu Fang prepared a large table of dishes, all of which were Zhong Tingyue's favorites.

Having already admitted defeat, Zhong Tingyue naturally gave up on the idea of ​​losing weight and began to wolf down her food, almost losing her ladylike appearance and looking like a refugee.

Having experienced those simple, abstinent foods, and now enjoying the delicious delicacies of today, Zhong Tingyue feels that life has regained its hope.

I feel that life is so wonderful.

lose weight?

Reduce the der!

Sister, I just can't gain weight no matter how much I eat!

No more weight loss!

Chu Fang watched Zhong Tingyue devour her food, a look of confusion in his eyes as he sized up his girlfriend.

This woman really hasn't gained weight!

He thought Zhong Tingyue would gain weight after eating a late-night snack and going to bed, but when he weighed her, her weight hadn't changed from a few days ago.

How strange!

Most of the food ended up in Zhong Tingyue's stomach. After eating, she slumped onto the sofa, while Chu Fang gently touched her round belly, feeling its smooth and delicate texture.

"After my examination, Ms. Zhong, you are pregnant. Please open your top so I can see if you have enough energy to support a baby. If necessary, I'd like to try it first."

"Get out!" Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes.

What a pervert!

"I won't leave, I won't leave, I'll make you anxious to death."

Chu Fang grinned and pulled Zhong Tingyue up from the sofa, while the latter lazily asked, "What are you doing?"

"Going shopping? You haven't forgotten our bet, have you?"

Zhong Tingyue sighed.

What's meant to happen can't be avoided!

This is something you're destined to experience once in your life!

My life, Zhong Tingyue, is just too difficult.

Since she had already lost, she naturally kept her promise and went to the store with Chu Fang to buy stockings.

Zhong Tingyue never wears stockings, whether flesh-colored or black. Firstly, she is conservative, and secondly, she finds them too troublesome to wear.

Chu Fang chose a luxury clothing store, entered the women's section, and immediately pointed to all the stockings he could see—white, black, flesh-colored: "This one, this one, and this one..."

The shop assistant hesitated for a moment, sensing that Chu Fang was there to cause trouble, and tentatively asked in a low voice, "You don't want any of them?"

"I want them both!" Chu Fang answered earnestly.

Zhong Tingyue spoke up: "Chu Fang, are you sick? Why did you buy so many?"

To make yourself look rich?

Chu Fang rolled his eyes at his girlfriend, glancing at the pretty stockings as he said, "Zhong Tingyue, I hope you understand that these stockings aren't for you, they're for me. I'm spending my own money, it's none of your business!"

The ultimate beneficiary of the stockings was Chu Fang, who was not going to let himself suffer. Having finally gotten a chance, he naturally wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.

“… …” Zhong Tingyue was speechless.

That actually makes a lot of sense!

"Oh my, handsome young man, you're so cute!" the girl next to him said with a smile. "Don't buy any more, save a few for us!"

Chu Fang bought almost all the stockings in the store.

“Okay, beautiful and pretty young lady.” Chu Fang gave an OK sign. “You are stunning without any adornment.”

"So, between me and your girlfriend, who's prettier?" the girl asked.

Zhong Tingyue blinked and stared at him.

Chu Fang's gaze swept between the two of them, and he said, "Miss, you are much prettier. Apart from being beautiful, having a good temperament, and being kind-hearted, Zhong Tingyue can't compare to you in any other way."

A faint smile appeared on Zhong Tingyue's lips.

The girl was clearly someone who could take a joke; she rolled her eyes at Chu Fang and said, "Handsome boy, you're not being honest. I was going to teach you some stocking tips, but what you said hurt my feelings..."

ah?

Seeing Chu Fang's regretful face, the girl chuckled and then began explaining stocking techniques to him. He, naturally, was a diligent student, listening attentively to the 'teacher' and asking questions from time to time.

For example, questions like which angle feels best to touch, what techniques are involved, what it feels like when wet, and even... can you lick it? These kinds of perverted questions can sometimes stump a girl.

In a short while, a group of women had gathered around Chu Fang, and they started a discussion about stockings.

A man was chatting animatedly with a group of girls in the women's area, completely open and uninhibited, unlike other men who might be timid or shy.

Zhong Tingyue twitched the corners of her mouth, truly admiring her boyfriend's social skills.

Even though Chu Fang had no money, he was still able to achieve something through his excellent social skills.

The group chatted for a long time, and Chu Fang reluctantly said goodbye. He had benefited greatly from the discussion.

The pretty young woman glanced at her boyfriend sideways and said, "You'd better learn from others and see how they act as boyfriends."

"You've wasted your time learning this." The boyfriend shook his head.

"Hmph, if you don't even take the initiative to enjoy things yourself, do you expect girls to take the initiative?" The pretty girl snorted. "I'm not buying stockings anymore. I don't even know who I'm wearing them for."

"Huh?" Her boyfriend was taken aback. "No way, I can be like him too."

... ...

Leaving the store, Zhong Tingyue looked at the items she had bought and couldn't help but feel a pang of regret: "These little stockings cost tens of thousands of yuan? What a rip-off!"

Chu Fang, as if he had gotten a great deal, glanced at his girlfriend sideways and said, "You're still young, you don't understand."

“... ..."

Whatever, it's your money anyway, I can't control it.

The two then went to a women's shoe store. Zhong Tingyue had high heels, since she used to dress more formally when meeting clients at Yateng Yige, but Chu Fang insisted on buying the high heels herself.

I bought a lot of high heels of all kinds, and the car was full of them.

As Chu Fang drove home, he said, "I just want to know what these so-called 'Balenciaga' and 'Valentino' really are."

“... ..."

"You seem to know quite a bit..." Zhong Tingyue thought to herself.