They didn't have a personal wait staff. Qian Meng had never seen the place so packed. The waiters whizzed around the room, far too busy busting their asses to notice a finger snap.
Mo Qingchen looked mildly appalled when no one came running.
Such a spoiled dragon.
"That doesn't work here." She held back a laugh.
She knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted dessert. And he wanted her to feed him… like last time. Actually, he had wanted me to feed him the full meal. Before their food was served, she discovered he literally expected her to feed him in public.
She nearly fell of her chair.
Somehow, she managed to negotiate working up to a full meal. Tonight, they would start with dessert.
Feeding him dessert with people watching would be risky. With her spastic hip, she would definitely get them arrested.
