When Li Qianfan was stealthily kicked under the table by Meng Lin, he realized that what he said could easily lead Li Dalong to overthink.
What does it mean to say that these dishes are even tastier than "below you"?
For a moment, Li Qianfan cursed himself for being foolish, wondering how he could say such a thing in front of Li Dalong. If Li Dalong thought too much about it, he would definitely misunderstand his relationship with his sister-in-law...
Perhaps because Li Qianfan had indeed experienced some rather ambiguous moments with Meng Lin, when he was under Li Dalong's gaze, all he felt was a hollow feeling inside, with cold sweat streaming down.
Meng Lin, possibly feeling guilty, secretly observed Li Dalong's expression.
The atmosphere was incredibly awkward!
"Haha, Xiao Fan, is your sister-in-law's "below" really that tasty? Let me tell you, I often have your sister-in-law's 'below' and it's so fragrant and incredibly delicious!"
Suddenly, a smile spread across Li Dalong's face as he said this with excitement.
"Ah... yes, yes, yes, my sister-in-law's 'below' is especially delicious. When I first came here, she made 'below' for me to eat, and it was so fragrant, I ate a lot." The sudden shift in topic took Li Qianfan by surprise, but he was quick to reply to Li Dalong.
"If you like it that much, you should have your sister-in-law make it for you more often. Her specialty is 'below,' to the point I once suggested she should open a noodle shop."
The two brothers engaged in a conversation revolving around the concept of "below."
Seeing that Li Dalong wasn't harboring any wild thoughts about the situation, Meng Lin breathed a sigh of relief. However, listening to the brothers chatting about 'below,' her face burned with embarrassment, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.
But she didn't say anything, quietly eating without joining in their conversation.
After the meal, Meng Lin went back to her room to rest, while Li Qianfan and Li Dalong continued to drink in the living room. Once someone has drunk too much, even if they try to hide their emotions, the alcohol often causes them to reveal some of those feelings inadvertently.
At this moment, that applied to Li Dalong, who became more talkative after drinking too much, speaking at length about how hard it is to earn money, how tough life is, and how you shouldn't trust others easily.
Although Li Dalong didn't specify what had happened, Li Qianfan confirmed his suspicion that there must have been some thorny issue that brought Li Dalong back home abruptly.
Otherwise, the normally cheerful Li Dalong wouldn't have become so negatively charged.
When someone is unhappy, they can't hold their liquor as well as usual. Li Dalong, who could normally drink more than a half liter, started to slur his words after only about 350 milliliters, and his face turned a purplish red.
"Brother, let's stop drinking. You'll probably be staying at home for a few days, right? Once you're well-rested, we can continue to drink," Li Qianfan suggested as he sneakily took away Li Dalong's wine glass.
"Let's drink a little more; we're just getting started."
With bleary eyes, Li Dalong looked at Li Qianfan and said, "Xiao Fan, can you keep drinking with your bro? I've missed you so much since it's been so long since we last saw each other. One more glass."
Li Qianfan was firm, "Brother, we can drink tea and chat. And I've noticed you're very tired. How about this, I'll give you a massage to relieve some of the fatigue, okay?"
That remark brought Li Dalong back to his senses, and he looked at Li Qianfan, "Xiao Fan, I've never heard you mention that you know how to massage. When did you learn?"
It looked like he needed to find a way to release it. Holding it in any longer would definitely affect his body. The next moment, Li Qianfan quickly averted his gaze, not daring to keep looking.
"Xiao Fan, come and give me a massage."
After laying on the bed, Li Dalong couldn't wait and said.
"Alrighty!"
After coming to the bedside, Li Qianfan adjusted his emotions and began the massage for Li Dalong.
Feeling Li Qianfan's technique, an expression of pleasure emerged on Li Dalong's face. He commented, "Xiao Fan, no wonder the boss likes you, your technique is really something. When I'm tired from traveling on business trips, I like to find a massage parlor to relax, but I've never encountered such a unique technique like yours, ah—so good!!"
"Brother Long, as long as you're comfortable. I'll press it properly for you."
Li Qianfan became even more enthusiastic, hoping that his massage skills could make Brother Long's rest that night even more pleasant.
Time slowly passed by!
Soon, half an hour went by, and Meng Lin had finished tidying up the dining table. Returning to the room, she saw Li Dalong's face full of pleasure and asked with a smile, "Dalong, how was Xiao Fan's technique?"
"Comfortable, really too comfortable!"
After answering, Li Dalong suddenly thought of something. He immediately turned his head to look at Meng Lin and asked, "Wife, have you experienced Xiao Fan's technique?"
"I haven't had a proper check-up yet."
Meng Lin thought for a moment and replied.
"Xiao Fan, you've massaged me for quite a while now, hard work. Give your sister-in-law a massage. She often has shoulder pain, and your technique can definitely alleviate that pain," Li Dalong said to Li Qianfan, turning his head.
"Sure, I've been cooking for so long today, my back and waist are sore, then I'll trouble Xiao Fan to press it for me." With that, Meng Lin lay down beside Li Dalong, presenting her full, perky behind right before Li Qianfan.
Because the lace pajamas were very transparent, the black panties were faintly visible, delivering a strong visual impact to Li Qianfan.
Seeing this scene, Li Qianfan was stupefied. To give a massage to sister-in-law in front of Brother Long?
And, sister-in-law is wearing such sexy pajamas.
This is kind of inappropriate, isn't it?
"Xiao Fan, what are you spacing out for, hurry up and give your sister-in-law a massage?"
Seeing Li Qianfan not moving for so long, Li Dalong immediately urged.
"Coming, coming." Li Qianfan nodded lightly, his hand slowly landing on Meng Lin's soft and slender waist...