In the western restaurant in the hotel, only two tables were occupied tonight— one by Long Sijue and Lan Qingcheng; one for Tang Zui and Si Mancheng…
Long Sijue was expressionless as always. He held his fork and knife as he cut into the steak on his plate. Lan Qingcheng gazed at the man before her in a daze. Long Sijue was definitely the only man in the world who could cut a steak in such an elegant and eye-pleasing manner!
But then when she looked at Tang Zui and Si Mancheng, who were eating at another table, Lan Qingcheng was slightly displeased. She thought she was going to have a candlelight dinner with Long Sijue, just the two of them. Never had she thought that he would bring two third wheels along!
Lan Qingcheng watched as Long Sijue cut his steak with ease and precision. She suddenly pouted and purred coquettishly, "Jue, my hands are sore today, I can't cut my steak properly..."
