"Yeah, husband, are you serious?" Meng'er's snow-white face lit up with disbelief when she heard Li Long, 18 years old, mention buying a private jet. Even Fei'er, mid-bite of a chicken leg, paused, wiped the grease from her mouth with a napkin, and stared at him in surprise. "Long, are you for real?" she asked.
"Hehe, you don't believe me? Think your husband can't afford a plane?" Li Long teased, standing to pull both mixed-race beauties into his arms, undeterred by the grease on their faces, and kissed their lips passionately.
"Ah, Long, stop! We haven't showered yet—we're dirty!" Fei'er protested, pushing him away with a coy look on her flushed face.
"Hehe..." Li Long grinned mischievously at Fei'er's sparkling blue eyes and lustful gaze, loosened his hold, and returned to his seat.
