Leng Yue took the watermelon Lu Qingzhou handed her, took a bite, and pointed indignantly at the male character on TV with her unclear speech: "Why is there a lipstick mark on the collar of a white shirt? Aren't kisses usually on the face or lips?"
Su Qingyao peeled a mango, her red lips slightly parted: "This shows that this woman did it on purpose. She deliberately let the male lead's wife see it."
Mu Shaohua nodded repeatedly, her hair brushing against Lu Qingzhou's hand: "You're right, it really was intentional. She deliberately kissed the male lead's collar, just so he would go back and show it to his wife. That woman is really wicked."
Lu Qingzhou stared at the male lead on TV, who was frantically trying to cover his collar, and blurted out, "This woman is really scheming."
Mu Shaohua nodded and took Lu Qingzhou's hand: "That's why I'm telling you, you can't do this in public."
Su Qingyao nodded in agreement with Leng Yue: "Yes, we can't do that."
Lu Qingzhou nodded in agreement: "Yes, he shouldn't be wearing a white shirt. Isn't that obvious?"
The moment he said that, the air froze, and three astonished gazes shot at him in disbelief.
I wondered for a moment if that was what we meant.
Lu Qingzhou chewed on some fruit, looking bewildered. "Isn't that right? Isn't it too obvious that he's wearing a white shirt?"
The watermelon in Leng Yue's hand fell into the fruit plate with a "thud," its red juice splattering onto the off-white sofa cover like a burst of blood. Her almond-shaped eyes widened: "You really are a scumbag! What are you even focusing on? The point is he shouldn't have cheated, not that his white shirt was conspicuous!"
Lu Qingzhou then realized she had said the wrong thing and hurriedly turned her gaze back to the television, but her ears were gradually burning.
Mu Shaohua chuckled lightly, "If he weren't a little wicked, you wouldn't even have a chance!"
These words made Leng Yue blush instantly. "Sister Shaohua, you're so mean!"
She pounced on Mu Shaohua and tickled her waist. The two laughed and rolled around in a ball, their snow-white skin peeking out from under her flowing silk skirts.
Lu Qingzhou found it quite fascinating.
"Okay, okay, stop fooling around."
Leng Yue stared wide-eyed at the expanse of white skin revealed on Mu Shaohua's chest. "Sister Shaohua, how old are you?"
Mu Shaohua rolled her eyes at her: "You're a woman, don't you know the saying, 'A hero's origins don't matter,' 'When drinking, alcohol content doesn't matter,' 'Kidney tonic's source doesn't matter, and 'A woman's age doesn't matter'?"
"Oh, I was asking you...how old are you, not your age."
Mu Shaohua chuckled and teased, "You mean this? I don't know either. They say a man's hand is a ruler, why don't you ask him?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Qingzhou immediately perked up, his throat tightening suddenly. His gaze fell on the glimpse of Mu Shaohua's cleavage, and his eyes instantly lit up with an astonishing brightness: "Sister Shaohua, you..."
"Come to my room tonight, and I'll give you the chance to try it out yourself."
Mu Shaohua slapped away Lu Qingzhou's outstretched hand, looking at him with seductive eyes and said:
"Alright, enough joking. Have you been in contact with Miss Chen these past few days?"
Upon hearing the words "Miss Chen," Lu Qingzhou's smile instantly froze on her face.
He stared at the tea in the glass on the coffee table, his voice muffled: "We've talked a few times, and every time I ask her what she's doing, she just gives me the same expression..."
Mu Shaohua looked at him with exasperation, "Give me your phone, let me see what you and she talked about?"
"ah,"
Lu Qingzhou looked surprised, but still handed the phone to Mu Shaohua.
Several women looked at the information on Lu Qingzhou's phone.
They all sighed and groaned.
Leng Yue looked disgusted. "Look at all this nonsense you've posted. Tsk tsk tsk, with your IQ, I really don't know how you managed to win over Sister Qingyao in college."
Mu Shaohua tossed the phone back into Lu Qingzhou's arms, her delicate eyebrows furrowing into a small mountain, and said with exasperation, "Leng Yue is right, your chat history is more boring than company reports! You need to know how to play hard to get when pursuing a woman."
Lu Qingzhou looked embarrassed. "If we don't talk about these things, what should we talk about?"
Seeing Lu Qingzhou's eager-to-learn look, Leng Yue immediately took on the role of strategist.
What is the core of chatting with someone of the opposite sex?
Lu Qingzhou looked bewildered: "What is it?"
Leng Yue said irritably, "Of course it's flirting! Don't you see how the male leads in those domineering CEO dramas always flirt like that?"
She deliberately lowered her voice, mimicking the tone of a TV character: "Honey, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight, just like your eyes..."
The group was taken aback by Leng Yue's words.
They all looked at Leng Yue with some surprise, and watched her with great interest.
Su Qingyao choked on her tea, then covered her mouth with a tissue and kept laughing.
Mu Shaohua tilted her head and looked Leng Yue up and down, lightly tapping her flushed cheek with her fingertip: "I didn't realize, little sister, you have such a wealth of theoretical knowledge."
Seeing that she had instantly become the center of attention, Leng Yue felt secretly pleased and continued:
"The core of dating is flirting, and the essence of being in love is holding hands, hugging, and kissing."
"You're not going to flirt with Miss Chen, are you? Do you expect her to talk about vegetables and a few cents like this?"
Leng Yue's tone carried a hint of exasperation: "You're such a blockhead, you just can't get it!"
She suddenly sat up straight, her fingertips slamming heavily on the coffee table, making the ice cubes in her crystal glass clink.
"Your conversation with her right now isn't a serious matter in itself. You're trying to do something unserious with the mindset of a serious person. How can you possibly succeed?"
Mu Shaohua propped her elbow on the sofa, rested her chin on her hand, and chuckled: "What Sister Leng Yue said is rough but true. Feelings are not developed through serious conversations, but through casual chats. Moreover, when a woman is flirted with, she becomes more charming, seductive, and feminine."
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