At the restaurant, Mark Reed found a seat for Valentine Teller and let her sit down, then went to get the dishes.
Soon, he returned with two plates, placing the fiery red one in front of Valentine Teller.
Valentine Teller looked at the food on the plate—it was all her favorite dishes.
She then glanced at his plate, remembering what he liked.
"Hurry up and eat!"
Mark elegantly forked a piece of calamari and brought it to Valentine Teller's mouth, not feeling embarrassed at all.
Feeding his beloved was a blissful thing; at this moment, he was all smiles.
"Let me do it myself!" Valentine Teller took the fork from his hand and handed her own fork to him.
Such intimate gestures, she was not used to.
Mark smiled nonchalantly, took the fork she handed him, and withdrew his hand.
"How does it taste?" As she chewed, her small mouth pouted cutely, seemingly enticing him, making him lose his appetite for food, wanting only to take a bite of her little mouth.
"Pretty good."
