"Why are you staring at me all the time?"
Chi Xiaoyu felt like a thief with a guilty conscience, her expression unnatural.
Yeh Cangqiong just smiled, his large hand reaching over and covering her small one.
The warmth of his palm tightly enveloped hers.
"Where are we going now?"
"To have dinner… What would you like to eat?"
"Hmm, I'm not fussy; anything's fine!"
"Alright!"
He drove the car as if he knew the way by heart, and soon they stopped outside a restaurant.
When she got out of the car, she looked up at the restaurant—it looked familiar...
Anyway, everything tonight was strange.
It was a French restaurant, serving costly meals. He seldom ate, his eyes constantly watching her.
She was indeed hungry and ate voraciously.
She knew her eating must look unattractive, but she didn't care. After carefully guarding her little secret, she hurried to fill her stomach.
After she was full, she wiped her mouth with a napkin and, looking up, encountered his gaze again.
