——Yin Mo, return to the South Sea, and I will marry you.
Until dinner time, Yin Mo was still thinking about this sentence, as she looked at the sumptuous seafood dishes on the table.
The seafood dishes were bought back by Ah Yong, and they were all the flavors Yin Mo liked.
Outside the window, the moon rose as the day faded.
He Chen sat across from her, lazily smoking, his dark eyes filled with the clear glow of the lights, watching Yin Mo without the slightest hint of boredom.
Yin Mo loved seafood dishes; she never said it, but He Chen knew.
Before long, Yin Mo ate a few slices of blanched squid and hesitated for a half second between the crab and abalone, ultimately choosing to eat the abalone first.
Then, the plump crab was taken away by long, slender fingers.
Yin Mo lifted her eyes, pursed her lips, and felt her heart warm.
