"It's alright." Jing Muchen looked at her gently, his eyes slightly curved." I don't eat sweets."
"But if it's a birthday, a birthday cake is a must."Su Ruowan rested her head on his shoulder and took another sip of red wine.
Jing Muchen had chosen the most secluded table in the restaurant, so he reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist. His thin lips kissed her forehead, the corners of her eyes, and the tips of her eyebrows.
There was a faint piano accompaniment as background music in the western restaurant. Beside her was a man's strong and powerful chest. Su Ruowan held a glass of red wine in one hand and gently shook it. Through the red liquid in the glass, everything in front of her seemed to be like a dream.
Jing Muchen looked at the flush on her face and the smile in his eyes deepened.
