"How's the taste?" The red wine glass in his hand was still swirling, the burgundy wine reflected on the napkin beside it, casting shades of varying reds.
"Hmm, not bad!"
"I thought you'd be very surprised!"
This wine was specially brought in by him, custom-made for her, and all he got was a 'not bad,' which indeed made him a bit heartbroken.
Putting down the wine glass, Mi Lu continued cutting her steak and eating, as if what she just said hadn't had much impact.
Taking a deep breath, Shen Haoxuan continued cutting his steak and put it in his mouth, but the taste only seemed to get worse, like chewing wax.
After a few more bites, Shen Haoxuan couldn't help but throw his knife and fork aside and started drinking wine.
Without lifting her head, Mi Lu suddenly said, "Drink less wine, it's not good for your health!"
"Can I take that as you caring about me?"
