"What would you like to eat? I'll add a few more dishes."
Chu Yao looked at the dishes in front of her, which were all her favorites, barely touched except for a couple of grasps at the edges without spoiling the arrangement.
"I'm talking to you."
"Stop it," Mo Tingshen covered her eyes, "If you don't want to see me, I'll leave right now."
Chu Yao pulled down his hand, her eyes dark enough to kill, suddenly pulled him down and covered his body with hers, her fingers gripping his chin so he couldn't avoid it even if he wanted to.
The lighting in the restaurant was dim, and no one paid attention to this corner.
Emboldened, Chu Yao's fingers traced his belt, before she could make her next move, Mo Tingshen caught her hand and pinned it.
"Having fun?"
Chu Yao laughed, glancing over there as a hint, "There's a spectacle, aren't you going to watch?"
Mo Tingshen's face suddenly darkened as he pulled her off him, "Eat."
