Hearing that, both girls burst out laughing. Chen Feng was just too witty and funny, wasn't he?
"What's wrong with a dry bowl? A dry bowl is pretty good too!"
Su Mengya said with a chuckle. Chen Feng did not know whether to laugh or cry, but he said nothing more and quietly ate his hot pot. The two gorgeous women were enjoying themselves as well, and the atmosphere looked wonderfully harmonious.
At some point, Su Mengya's shoulder strap had slipped down, yet she was completely unaware of it as she savored her lamb rolls.
Li Chenxi seemed not to have noticed either. Perhaps she was busy with the shrimp paste and had no time to spare, or perhaps she simply had not seen it.
Chen Feng, on the other hand, saw everything clearly. He happened to be sitting directly across from Su Mengya, and when her strap slipped down, a patch of snowy white skin was exposed as well.
Chen Feng coughed awkwardly.
"What's wrong? Did you catch a cold?"
Still completely unaware, Su Mengya picked up a slice of fatty beef and put it into Chen Feng's bowl.
Just then, Chen Feng suddenly said, "No. Look at your shoulder strap."
Chen Feng could only remind her. He did not know whether Su Mengya was just careless or what—when she had brought him the beef earlier, had she not felt that something was off?
Only after Chen Feng pointed it out did Su Mengya realize that her shoulder strap had fallen down. Her face instantly turned bright red.
Su Mengya quickly pulled the strap back up and continued eating hot pot as if nothing had happened. Chen Feng and Li Chenxi exchanged knowing looks and continued eating as well.
But didn't the smiles on their faces prove that Su