Chi Huan's expression froze slightly, eyes downcast. In that instant, she couldn't define what she was feeling. She lifted her hand to pour herself a glass of wine, bowing her head and drinking slowly. The rich red wine flooded her taste buds, leaving a lingering aftertaste.
She suddenly spoke up, "Mo Shiqian."
"Hmm?"
"I'd like to see where you've been living these past years, is that okay?"
The man looked at her, a touch of surprise in his gaze, but he nodded without hesitation, "Of course."
She raised her glass of red wine, swaying it gently, the liquid swishing like the light smile playing on her lips, "Then you cook dinner for me tonight. I'm in the mood for Chinese food. I've found that even the best chefs in the local Chinese restaurants can't match your skills."
Mo Shiqian half-smiled, "Are you really interested in seeing where I live, or do you just want me to cook for you?"
"Both. Is that a problem?"
