Finally, a bottle of red wine was also ordered.
In the end, he closed the menu, and said blandly, "That's all."
The waiter nodded, "Okay, please wait a moment."
Nan Wan, bored, counted the few stars in the night sky, "Why didn't you ask me what I want to eat?"
Mu Jin Huan leaned back against his chair, gazing at the woman's face with a half-smile, not directly answering her question.
Instead, he said, "If you don't like it, we can order again."
After the appetizers and soup, Nan Wan understood what the man meant earlier.
It was exactly the same as what she ordered before, yet he said he didn't hold grudges...
With her elbow resting on the table, her palm supporting her cheek, her fair fingers holding the soup spoon, she stirred nonchalantly, "Why do you keep hanging around me when I'm so heartless?"
As if very curious.
Mu Jin Huan put down the porcelain spoon and wiped his mouth with a napkin, his movements elegant and noble.
