He Jingyao watched her devout appearance with a warmth stirring deep within him.
The restaurant was bathed in a warm light that was not overly bright, which made the food look incredibly appetizing under such lighting.
So did people.
Su Zixi had also dressed up specially for the evening's date. Despite the cold weather, she wore only a thin blouse and an A-line skirt. Fortunately, the restaurant was very warm, so she didn't freeze.
However, her outfit indeed accentuated her slender waist and long legs, causing He Jingyao's eyes to linger.
He indulged in admiring her cleavage before shifting his gaze to her face. Her skin, delicate enough to be broken with a puff, was tinged with a faint red. Her plump lips were pressed tight, showing her seriousness, while her bright eyes were focused intently on his hands as if it were the most important thing in the world.
He Jingyao's throat bobbed, and he suddenly asked in a hoarse voice, "Zhixi, are you hungry?"
