The night deepened, a cool breeze gently fluttered the gauze curtains by the window.
After a long silence, Shu Yimo finally slowly got up, took a quick bath, and then went downstairs.
In the dining room, Long Chengyu had just finished preparing dinner…
At this hour, the meal might as well be called a midnight snack.
However, there was only one portion of steak, but two glasses of red wine were poured.
"Is there more in the pot?"
Shu Yimo, surprised by the steak already cut in front of her, looked at him.
"I'm not hungry, just came to have a drink with you."
He responded indifferently, picked up the wine, and handed her a glass.
Shu Yimo hesitated for a moment, then sat down and quietly took the glass.
'Clink—'
The couple clinked glasses; he simply took a sip, while Shu Yimo drained hers in one go.
He refilled her glass, and by now she had speared a piece of steak and held it to his lips; he paused for a moment but didn't refuse.
