Good Best Friend

Wang Siyu's calves were fully visible first, followed by her thighs, and then her rounded hips.

She then picked up her underwear.

And walked towards the bathroom.

Viewed from under the bed, her legs were long and slender, round and straight.

The bottom of her thighs suddenly lifted, followed by a full half-circle, without any sagging or drooping.

Wang Siyu walked like she was on a runway, her legs alternating, her hips swaying slightly.

Next, her slender waist came into view.

There were also two dimples.

Very sexy.

Luo Feng couldn't help but stick his head out a little further.

Just then, Wang Siyu turned slightly, revealing the side of her half-circle, the curve perfect.

Wang Siyu entered the bathroom, and the door was closed.

A bit of a shame, he hadn't seen the front.

Five minutes later.

Click, the living room door opened.

"Siyu, I, I'm back."

Qin Mengru rushed back in a hurry, out of breath.

"Mengru, I'm in the restroom, you can start cooking first."

From inside the bathroom, Wang Siyu replied.

Luo Feng emerged from under the bed at this moment, walking lightly towards the living room.

Qin Mengru breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing him.

Click, the bathroom door opened, and Wang Siyu walked out.

Luo Feng and Qin Mengru froze.

It was too late.

Damn it!

Luo Feng decided to admire Wang Siyu's figure.

He saw everything he hadn't seen before.

Her hair was tied up at the back of her head, her neck curved beautifully, her shoulders delicate and soft, and further down, her collarbones were exquisite and elegant.

Further down... it was all laid bare.

"Mengru, help me get a towel, I'm going to take a shower."

Did Wang Siyu not see Brother Feng?

Qin Mengru snapped back from her immense shock.

Luo Feng also breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Siyu was wearing a face mask, and there were two cucumber slices on her eyelids.

Qin Mengru breathed a huge sigh of relief and quickly said, "I'll get it for you right away, go back to the bathroom, you're not wearing anything!"

Brother Feng saw all of you!

She turned to look at Luo Feng.

Why are you still looking!

"Okay, hurry and bring it to me."

Wang Siyu walked back into the bathroom.

Luo Feng quietly opened the door and quietly closed it.

Luo Feng, who had walked out the door, let out a long sigh of relief.

Inside, Qin Mengru patted her chest with lingering fear, her chest heaving.

After getting a towel for her best friend and while washing vegetables, she looked at the running water from the faucet.

She remembered being injected with "positive energy" three times that afternoon, and a lot had flowed out.

"I wonder if I'll get pregnant. Brother Feng's body is so powerful, the survival rate of the seeds should be very high too, right?"

Her eyes became a little watery.

As she got older, she started wanting a child.

Marriage... it didn't matter anymore.

Luo Feng returned to Blue Bay, just as it turned seven o'clock.

"Husband!"

"Sit down, I'll change your shoes for you."

Meng Qingyuan, wearing plush pajamas, squatted down to take off Luo Feng's shoes and then put on slippers for him.

Looking down from her neckline, her chest was fully exposed, about the same size as Qin Mengru's.

She reached out...

"Husband, come after you've eaten."

Meng Qingyuan said in a cutesy voice, but she didn't stop him at all. Instead, she puffed up her chest and leaned closer.

"Where's Mengmeng?"

This was the 27th floor, Wu Meng's apartment.

Meng Qingyuan feigned displeasure, turned her face away, and huffed, "All you think about is Mengmeng."

Less than a second later, she chuckled, "Mengmeng is cooking!"

Luo Feng hugged Meng Qingyuan and caressed her for a while before they walked to the kitchen together.

Wu Meng was wearing an apron, her spatula flying. Seeing Luo Feng approach, she smiled sweetly.

"It'll be ready soon, Sister Qingyuan, go set the table."

"Hmph, you only know how to boss your sister around. Why don't you make your husband do it?"

Meng Qingyuan hugged Luo Feng and kissed him fiercely before running off to set the table.

Wu Meng saw this too, and her lips puffed out in annoyance, her stirring becoming more forceful.

Luo Feng walked up behind her, encircling her waist with one arm and holding her cooking hand with the other.

"Let's cook together."

Wu Meng's eyes widened, a blissful smile blooming on her face, her cheeks flushed red.

"Husband... the dish is ready to be served."

Although reluctant, Wu Meng was even more unwilling to let the dish she had put so much effort into fail.

At this moment, Luo Feng noticed that three dishes had already been placed to the side.

They were shredded pork with fish-flavored sauce, mapo tofu, and braised pork ribs.

The dish currently in the wok was stir-fried pork liver. This dish couldn't be cooked for too long, or it would lose its tenderness.

"The tomato and egg soup in the other pot is also ready."

As soon as Wu Meng finished serving the stir-fried pork liver, she turned off the heat on the other pot.

"Let me scoop this, I made it!"

From behind, Meng Qingyuan called out urgently.

She fumbled around, finding a basin and starting to scoop out the soup.

In just a few seconds, there was a constant stream of chatter.

By the time Wu Meng and Luo Feng had brought the other dishes to the table, Meng Qingyuan had also brought the soup over.

"Ah, I burned my hand!"

Meng Qingyuan cried out, looking pitiful, which made both Luo Feng and Wu Meng a little nervous.

"Husband, blow on it for me."

She offered her finger to Luo Feng's mouth.

Her finger wasn't red at all, but seeing her expression, Luo Feng had no choice but to blow on it.

Meng Qingyuan was very happy and added, "Husband, you have to suck it in your mouth and lick it to make it better."

Luo Feng: "..."

Damn, you little vixen!

He took Meng Qingyuan's finger into his mouth and licked it in a circle.

"It tickles."

Meng Qingyuan withdrew her finger, hugged Luo Feng, and kissed him.

"Sister Qingyuan!"

"Husband, I want some too!"

Wu Meng, standing by, was incredibly jealous.

Luo Feng smiled gently, "Mengmeng, you've worked hard. Let me give you a shoulder massage."

Recalling the techniques from a few visits to a professional massage parlor, he placed his hands on Wu Meng's shoulders and neck, massaging gently.

Wu Meng indeed closed her eyes in comfort.

After two minutes of massage, Meng Qingyuan started to act up again.

"Alright, alright, we'll do that later when we sleep. Eat your food first, or it'll get cold."

She picked up her chopsticks and tapped them against her bowl.

The three of them started eating.

Luo Feng tasted every dish, and they were all surprisingly good.

"Mengmeng, your cooking is great! It's delicious."

Wu Meng's face turned red from the praise, her eyes curving into crescents as she smiled.

"If my husband likes it, I'll make it for you every day from now on."

Meng Qingyuan, seeing this, felt a bit jealous and quickly said, "Husband, quickly have a sip of my tomato and egg soup, see how it is!"

Luo Feng took a sip. Hmm... it was a bit salty.

"Delicious!"

He gave Meng Qingyuan a thumbs-up.

"Thank you, husband! I'll make it for you every day from now on too!"

Meng Qingyuan said cheerfully.

That's really not necessary...

Luo Feng chuckled, "Once in a while is fine. We have a housekeeper for everyday cooking. You're both so beautiful; if you cooked every day, your hands would get rough and your faces would turn sallow. That would be a huge loss for me."

Meng Qingyuan and Wu Meng were delighted to hear themselves praised as beautiful.

The two women nodded, no longer insisting on cooking themselves.

After dinner, the three of them worked together to wash the dishes.

Of course, Meng Qingyuan was mostly just there for moral support.

"I didn't expect my husband to be so professional at washing dishes."

In the hearts of the two women, Luo Feng was a high-and-mighty big boss who wouldn't possibly do such mundane chores.

"Haha, when I didn't have money before, I often cooked for myself."

He had been washing dishes himself for the first three days.

"Husband, you're amazing!"

Meng Qingyuan's eyes sparkled as she said admiringly.

Wu Meng had a similar expression.

Meng Qingyuan gave Wu Meng a meaningful glance.

Wu Meng nodded and said to Luo Feng, "Husband, Qingyuan and I bought you a gift this afternoon. Even though it was with your money, it represents our feelings."

Luo Feng was curious.

"What is it?"