A moment passed between them, the two of them were enraptured in each other's gaze. Chan Lee had such an open expression on her face, her cheeks blushing red and mouth slightly ajar. She was really too cute, his hand still touched her head—her hair brushing softly on his palm.
She had such an earnest look with simply those words of his.
It would have been so easy to lean forward and close the distance between them, but he pulled his hand back and chuckled. "What's the appropriate term… cat got your tongue?"
She averted her gaze to her phone, "I'll be ordering our food now, but yes, you got the term correctly." She began to click and tap on her phone, quite at ease with her phone.
He bit back a smile, "I've been watching the videos that Han Jing showed me."
"Videos?" Her attention was still on the phone in her hands, though he had a feeling that she had already finished ordering. "I should talk with him if they're—"
