Mo Wenwan watched as the waiter came over and took the heavy menu from his hand. She quickly ordered the appetizer, main course, soup, and dessert. Then she looked up at Lu Xing, who was hesitating, and the thoughts in her mind suddenly leaped onto the paper. Her gaze became more evasive, wanting to say a lot to him but hesitated about which topic to start with.
"Ordering is not my strong suit."
Lu Xing's words were playful, and he blinked at Mo Wenwan.
If blinking could be considered an enticement, then Lu Xing's blink was indeed tinted. She calmly looked into his eyes and said, "Are you showing me your charming side?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Xing suddenly chuckled softly.
Mo Wenwan's expression gradually lost its softness and instead turned resilient. She subconsciously straightened up, silently watching Lu Xing laugh.
"Don't misunderstand, I'm laughing because what you said was too cute."
