For Dazhuang, every woman felt different, just as every man gave me a different experience.
"Alright, alright, can we drop it?" Xiao Qian sighed, "Why don't we call Huan Huan and ask them to come back for dinner? It won't take much time anyway."
Dazhuang didn't utter a word and hid in the bathroom, doing who knows what.
When he came out, his pants were damp, which suggested he must have gone to wash his thing.
"Um... Sister Qin, maybe I should go to the shop and call Huan Huan and the others." Dazhuang was avoiding eye contact, seemingly embarrassed to look at me.
Seeing him like that, I suddenly felt that I owed him quite a bit.
For such a long time, our relationship had always been ambiguous.
Everyone knew that I was the only one he truly cared for in his heart, yet I couldn't offer him a proper status.
Xiao Qian called Huan Huan and Huihui, and the three of them arrived quickly.
The few of us gathered and had the rare opportunity to enjoy a homemade meal together.