Mo Xiuchen had a smile on his face, patiently waiting for her to think.
Until the server finished packing, Wen Ran had not answered Mo Xiuchen's previous question. She took out her wallet to pay, but Mo Xiuchen suddenly reached over. His large hand lightly held her slender wrist, and he said softly, "Ranran, let me do it."
Wen Ran was taken aback. He had swiftly taken out his wallet and paid.
The wrist he had touched carried his warmth, which lingered even as they sat in the neighboring porridge restaurant. Wen Ran could still feel his heat on her wrist.
She hadn't seen Mo Xiuchen eat in a long time, so she watched him with some fascination. His dining manners remained as elegant and charming as ever.
Unknowingly, her thoughts drifted away. Her cell phone rang, but she didn't hear it. It was Mo Xiuchen who reminded her, "Ranran, your phone is ringing."
