The moment I entered the small room, the inquisitive gaze of Jiang Roulan and Shen Yifei greeted me, one with puffed-out cheeks and a frown. I placed Mu Qinglan on the black sofa against the wall as the other rushed towards me.
"John!"
Roulan's curves jiggled with each stride until she rammed me against the wall.
The pain could barely match a slight ache as I wrapped both arms around her hips and lifted her off the floor.
'I love how soft and squishy her body is...'
"Roulan, are you alright? Yifei... you look as pretty as always."
"Hah!?"
Since our slight fight, Shen Yifei has become distant and has returned to her strange, shy, and rebellious phase.
However, each time I looked her way, it was a given that she would be looking at me in some form. I wasn't an idiot; Yifei wasn't good at handling jealousy and her feelings like the other women, so I should keep my eyes open.
A small compliment here, and a gentle touch there.
