The private room fell silent in an instant. Lu Xize's gaze was fixed on his phone, his finger hovering less than two millimeters from the screen.
Having known Lu Xize for so long, Cheng Yu had never seen such an expression on his face.
It was a look of fondness, of reluctance to let go. His entire being seemed to be bathed in a soft, gentle glow.
He suddenly grew curious. What kind of feeling could bring out such a tender side in someone? The corners of his eyes, the arch of his brows—every cell in his face seemed to overflow with affection.
A long, long time passed. Lu Xize stared for a full five minutes at a photo that could have been glanced at in a second. When he finally put his phone away, the tender look he gave Cheng Yu hadn't quite faded.
The man's usually cold face broke into a rare smile. "What else do you want to eat?"
