Zhi Jin never imagined she could dine at the same table as Rong Mu.
She fantasized about it constantly, fantasizing about this moment, but she knew that such an opportunity was extremely rare.
But now, has it truly become a reality?
She couldn't believe it and wondered if she was in a dream.
Until she saw the man across from her glance at her.
Zhi Jin felt she forgot how to breathe, her heart entirely captivated.
She saw him personally serve her some dishes, and instantly, the joy she felt was beyond words!
"Your Majesty!"
She said coyly, her voice enchanting, as she stepped forward gracefully to help Li Qingmu serve the dishes.
Li Qingmu silently watched her.
He still could not speak, but it was this quiet calmness that made people feel even more entranced.
Zhi Jin glanced at him from time to time, noticing he was also keeping an eye on her every move. Her small face swiftly reddened, and she shyly lowered her head.
