An Yue usually leaves Dang Yang bewitched even without makeup, let alone with a meticulous dress-up. Looking at An Yue in a little camisole dress and high heels, Dang Yang no longer wants to dine on Western cuisine, he just wants to take An Yue to a hotel, and dine on her.
Although An Yue can't stand Dang Yang's attitude, her vanity as a woman is greatly satisfied by mesmerizing a man. She shot Dang Yang a sidelong glance and coquettishly asked, "What? Never seen a beauty before?"
Dang Yang leaned closer, wrapped his arms around An Yue's waist, and gently nibbled on her smooth shoulder, "How about we skip the Western dinner? How about we go to a hotel?"
While speaking, he nibbled a few more times on An Yue's shoulder.
Not daring to use much force, for if he left a mark, An Yue would beat him up.
"No way." An Yue laughed and shook her head, pushing Dang Yang's head away with one hand, smiling, she said, "How can I have the strength if I don't eat?"
