His voice was hoarse and he was in no hurry to leave. He placed a hand on the steering wheel and said to the girl waiting by the road, "Let me know when you're done. I'll pick you up later."
Qiao Nian's earlobes were still a little hot, but the heat on her face had already subsided. She looked lazy and carefree. "We'll see."
"I'll take you to eat hotpot." Ye Wangchuan smiled and whispered, "The one you like."
Qiao Nian finally looked him in the eye. Her beautiful black eyes narrowed as she raised her hand and pressed the brim of her cap again. Finally, she nodded.
Ye Wangchuan knew that other than the Imperial Mansion's chef's spicy chicken, only the hotpot restaurant Zhang Yang had brought them to before could move Qiao Nian.
He wanted to laugh, but after some thought, he realized that he was worse than a plate of spicy chicken in his girlfriend's eyes.
