"Sure." Ping Guoguo said and then hurriedly shook her head, "No, no, you saved me, how can you treat me to dinner? Clearly, it should be me treating you to dinner!"
"No..."
Before he finished speaking, Ping Guoguo stood on tiptoe and covered his thin lips with her hand, blinking her eyes, "Don't refuse, it's settled then!"
"Alright."
Mike showed a doting smile and nodded.
Only then did Ping Guoguo release her hand from his lips and pulled him by the sleeve of his suit towards the restaurant not far away.
Ping Guoguo said boldly, "Order whatever you want, don't be polite with me. Consider it as repaying you for saving my life!"
"It's rather better to follow the orders." Mike opened the menu.
Whether intentionally or not, Ping Guoguo noticed his tastes were surprisingly similar to hers.
"What a coincidence, our tastes are almost the same..." She couldn't help but exclaim.
"Probably fate." Mike smiled and handed the menu to the waiter, "Serve the food as soon as possible."
