Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online Chapter 1675 - 1678: The Joyful Life of Being Pursued 2

Hua Hua paused, then alluringly and charmingly laughed, "Of course!"

Amidst the envious and gossiping gazes, he left with a grand deanor, driving his newly bought flashy sports car down the street, the corners of his eyes under the sunglasses brimming with a joyful smile.

Upon arriving at the agreed-upon restaurant, Hua Hua didn’t get out of the car imdiately. Instead, he sat inside, checked himself in the rearview mirror, and playfully winked at the radiant man in the mirror. Too electrifying, wasn’t he? Satisfied, he put his sunglasses back on, pulled out the car key, and shut the car door with a flamboyant flair.

The restaurant was exceptionally poetic and picturesque; Ling Yin had chosen a very good spot, very tranquil, surrounded by small waterfall settings like flowing streams. Hua Hua sat down and was greeted by a faint cool and damp feeling. He took off his sunglasses, surveyed the environnt, and couldn’t help but whistle, "How did you find this restaurant?"

Ling Yin smiled without saying a word, and the waiter brought over the nu, indicating for Hua Hua to order.

Hua Hua touched his face, "What should I do? I seem to have gained a bit of weight."

"A bit of flesh is good, feels nice to touch."

Hua Hua’s complexion these days was nurtured into a radiant glow. He took a sip of the drink handed by the waiter. Hearing Ling Yin’s slightly suggestive words, his cheeks flushed slightly, and with charmingly expressive eyes, he shot him a glance, "How about I work out to get an eight-pack for you to touch?"

"I’m not obsessed with abs," Ling Yin said with a steady deanor, leaning slightly back and smiling, "The way it is now is just perfect."

Hua Hua glanced around; the restaurant had a semi-private feel. Boldly, he stood up and sat next to Ling Yin.

Ling Yin didn’t understand, adjusted his position a little, and sat in the single sofa, making it a bit cramped for the two of them.

Hua Hua shalessly lifted his own shirt, revealing his fair abdominal flesh, pulling Ling Yin’s hand, "Feel it, there are abs there, don’t you like it?"

With a playful mischievous smile at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, Ling Yin, having a ’might as well enjoy a free advantage’ mindset, touched Hua Hua’s abdon, "Where are the abs?"

Hua Hua tensed his muscles, grabbing Ling Yin’s hand to feel, "Aren’t these abs?"

"Are they?"

Hua Hua huffed, "Of course they are, not convinced? Check yours."

Before Ling Yin could agree, he had already lifted Ling Yin’s shirt, touching the sa spot, "Look, aren’t mine and yours the sa?"

The waiter carried over the food, witnessing such a scene: two handso guys lifting their shirts, revealing their abdons, looking down at each other.

The waiter kept a straight face, thinking: Omg, so bizarre, so bizarre!

Hua Hua, completely oblivious to what was bizarre, firmly believed he had abs. Hmph, who dared say he didn’t? After the waiter left, he continued exploring the differences between Ling Yin’s and his own abs. As he kept touching, his hands brazenly wandered, eyes looking utterly innocent, he unbuttoned Ling Yin’s shirt, revealing his entire chest, "Do you have pecs? I want to see."

Ling Yin’s mouth twitched, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "If you want to feel up, just say so, Hua Hua!"

"Do you have any tofu on you for to eat?" Hua Hua’s hand poked hard at Ling Yin’s pecs, "Brother Ling, what’s your cup size, an A, right?"

"Pfft..." Ling Yin had just picked up his cup, and in the next second, he spat it out.

"Want to make you an A cup to wear? Don’t be self-conscious, though I really wish to make you a C."

"Cough, cough..." Ling Yin drew out a tissue, hurriedly wiping his mouth.

Hua Hua’s playful spirit was undiminished, "What’s with that look? I told you not to be self-conscious. Alright, alright, I’ll make you a D in the afternoon!"