Duan Feihan brought them to the five-star restaurant he had reserved earlier. As the evening sky deepened, there weren't many people in the restaurant.
Having survived a disaster, Duan Xingye indulged himself with chopsticks in hand.
Bai Chuwei ate a few bites without much interest.
Duan Feihan, whose deep magnetic voice was laced with concern, asked, "Doesn't it suit your taste?"
Duan Xingye mumbled with his mouth full, "Yeah, Weiwei, weren't you always looking forward to having a dinner date with my Uncle Duan? Why aren't you eating?"
Bai Chuwei's gaze was filled with disdain.
Was eating the point?
She had practiced fasting five thousand years ago, so eating was at most a hobby for her, definitely not a necessity.
After some thought, Bai Chuwei put down her chopsticks and looked at Duan Feihan with a shining gaze.
Her gaze was pure and unabashed, making Duan Feihan feel almost as if she was stripping away his clothes...
