Su Zixi really wanted to get out of the car herself, but when she met the man's deep eyes, her heart trembled, and eventually, she weakly handed her hand over to him.
He Jingyao took her soft, boneless hand, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
In the mansion, dinner had already been prepared. After a simple wash, the two went to the dining room.
Over the past few days, Su Zixi had already been captivated by the mansion's chef, and after eating to her satisfaction, her underlying worries immediately surfaced.
He Jingyao had brought her back early tonight, it couldn't be that he was up to no good, could it?
She looked at the man opposite her, who was still elegantly eating, and propping her chin with her right hand, she couldn't help but zone out.
He Jingyao suddenly put down his knife and fork, his voice slightly husky, "Zhixi, if you keep staring at me, I'm going to eat you."
