For this meal, whether it was because my body felt uncomfortable or because my mood had hit rock bottom, Tian Tian ate especially slowly.
Or rather, every time night fell, She's wariness and vigilance toward Shen Tiancheng would climb up another notch.
So if She could sit a little longer at the table, She'd rather eat slowly and drag it out.
Shen Tiancheng also ate very slowly, unhurried and leisurely, tasting every single dish. He seemed quite satisfied with his own cooking, that wicked smile never leaving his face.
By the time the meal was over, two hours had gone by; it was already ten-thirty at night.
After eating, Tian Tian stood up, grabbed Shen Tiancheng's coat that She'd prepared earlier and wrapped it around Herself, bundling up like a zongzi, planning to go out for a walk and at the same time avoid Shen Tiancheng.
