Mo Beihan laughed. "Of course it's your own private money. Don't worry, my money is also your money."
Gu Qingyao glared at him as she silently drank her soup.
Her glance was flirtatious; Mo Beihan was charmed.
The private room was warmly lit. The girl in front of him was looking at him rather flirtatiously, which made him recall the sight of her begging for mercy when he bullied her just now. Mo Beihan grew agitated. He got up and moved over to Gu Qingyao's seat and pulled her onto his lap.
"Let me try some!"
Gu Qingyao fed him a spoonful of soup. A couple that was deeply in love shared many sweet moments. Even the simplest action could be filled with bliss as long as the two of them were together.
The meal took more than an hour. By the time Mo Beihan led Gu Qingyao out of the room, it was completely dark. It was past 8 pm, but it was not too late. It was just the right time to go back and rest.
