Although Yu Minglang was already impatient, he wasn't so crazed as to drag Qian over directly and push her down.
He still remembered that Qian hadn't eaten, so he took her to a western restaurant.
Qian didn't expect him to have this kind of romantic sentiment. The cozy romantic setting made both of them more aware of the unsaid possibilities of what might happen next.
Yu Minglang ordered two steaks, and now when Qian watched him slice the steak, she felt like it was metaphorical, as if she might be treated like a steak, cut up by him all night long...
With such thoughts in mind, she couldn't really taste her food. She just felt various kinds of heat, like the most stifling moment before a storm, waiting eagerly in anticipation.
Yu Minglang quickly finished the food in front of him, then stared deeply at Qian, making it hard for her to continue eating.
"What are you thinking?" She bowed her head, using graceful slicing motions to conceal her own inner heat.
