Everything on the table was swept off, clattering to the floor.
Dong Xin Yan was startled by the sound in her ear and snapped back to her senses. She turned her face to look, unable to help frowning, "My candlelight dinner."
She had put a lot of effort into preparing it for several days, and now it was all ruined by Gu Ningyi.
The next second, her face was turned straight by Gu Ningyi's large hand. The man's deep black eyes fixedly stared at her, the suppressed fire in his eyes leaping, and his breath was somewhat uneven.
His handsome face slowly lowered, hot breath sprayed onto her red lips, his voice low and alluring, "Dong Xin Yan, at this moment, shouldn't you be thinking about only me?"
At such a time, she could still care about that candlelight dinner?
Though he said so, but... "We never seem to manage to have a candlelight dinner." Dong Xin Yan's lips moved, still muttering a sentence.
