Pei Ge held her crystal glass with reddened cheeks. The red wine in it swiveled. Her smile was captured and locked in the bottom of the man's heart right then.
"Eat slowly." There was black pepper sauce on the woman's chin. Ji Ziming reached out and took some tissue with laughter in his eyes. "You're so old, yet you still make a mess when you eat."
The woman's thick lashes fluttered. "I didn't do it on purpose."
"Eat slowly. If it's not enough, we'll get another one."
"No need. One is enough. I ate too hastily, so it got onto my chin."
She did not move and let him gently clean her chin. This was the first time he had treated her so gently.
"It's done." He threw the tissue paper into the bin and exchanged his cut steak with hers. "I've cut mine; it's for you."
"I can cut it myself."
Pei Ge looked at her steak being taken by the man and hurriedly declined. "I'm not disabled."
"In my eyes, you are."
"…"
