"Have dinner with me, come home with me, and I'll tell you."
He set the condition, his gaze looking particularly enigmatic.
Yan Xinxin stared at his deep and unfathomable eyes, softly biting her lip.
"Alright, I'll accompany you."
Mo Chuxi curved his lips in satisfaction, gently brushing through her smooth long hair.
"Good girl."
He opened his lips softly, his tone carrying a strange mix of affection and coaxing.
Yan Xinxin felt a faint sense of unease; there was something odd about Mo Chuxi's gaze and smile.
The evening sunlight silently streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting their silhouettes, like a serene and picturesque tableau.
As the sunset faded, stars quietly leaped into the deep blue night sky, embellishing the monochrome galaxy.
As dinner approached its end, a server brought over a pot of pigeon and goji berry soup.
Seeing the soup, Yan Xinxin thought of the meals Lan Xuan had been sending her during this time—they often included this soup.
