Owed her?
How did she not know what else Jing Jihan owed her?
"Hungry?" The man understood the momentary confusion in her eyes but didn't answer. His deep voice brushed against her lips.
Shi Su nodded while holding that large bouquet of roses. When she nodded, her chin accidentally brushed against the rose petals, cool and refreshing. They were genuinely fresh and stunning, filled with the fragrance of roses.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Anything is fine."
This hotel already has Michelin dining, and they've recently eaten a variety of seafood, so she's not really interested in Western cuisine. As for other options, Shi Su actually prefers the rare occasions when Jing Jihan cooks for her himself, which is even more delicious than many signature dishes from outside restaurants.
"Let's go."
Go?
To eat?
Just carrying the flowers like this?
Shi Su originally wanted to say she would take the flowers back to her room, but Jing Jihan didn't give her the chance.
