She tapped her fingertips on the back of Mu Zimo's hand, leaving a tingling sensation.
"I knew you couldn't handle spicy food. I asked the staff for some milk ahead of time. Here, drink some. It'll help with the heat."
The two of them whispered to each other. Beneath all the grand gestures of love, the simplest thing is a willingness to remember the little details for someone.
Lin Han, who had been sitting primly across from them the whole time, swirled the wine in her glass, took a small sip, and then found herself unable to suppress a smile.
'Alright, she had to admit it. At this very moment, that quiet guy was actually pretty great. He was so easy to read, so easy to handle. Even if Qiao An hadn't caught on yet, toying with him would be as easy as playing with a puppy.'
