Zhong Qing's cheeks glowed brightly in the light of the charcoal fire. The soup was boiling and the meat was scorching hot, making her whole body warm, so she undid two buttons at her chest.
It was not to seduce Liu Chang'an. Her conversation with him today had been half true and half false, revealing some of her thoughts, but that did not mean she was like certain love-struck younger cousins.
She had plenty of work and other matters to attend to. Once she got busy, those physical and psychological needs would not seem so urgent.
Women were better off not focusing all their thoughts on men. Having one's own career and hobbies often gave both sides more space and made for more relaxed, interesting conversation. It was good for everyone.
The desire Zhong Qing was showing toward Liu Chang'an now was mainly due to her menstrual cycle. Once this period passed, those restless feelings would fade, and she presumably would no longer crave his body.
As for when her next period came, they could talk about that then. Right now, eating hotpot and discussing serious matters while enjoying a faintly ambiguous atmosphere was quite nice.
"This project was originally a brain-development initiative led by Third Mistress, meant to give ordinary people's brains the abilities of highly intelligent talents." Zhong Qing stuffed a slice of lamb into her mouth and immediately felt that this was what lamb hotpot was supposed to taste like!
Taiwan was a rotten place with cheap goods. There was really no good food there. It was difficult for people in Taiwan to get local lamb or high-quality imported lamb; everywhere sold mutton that nobody on the mainland would eat.
They had something called "lamb stew," similar to the clay-pot stews on the mainland. They threw in