"I've booked a Western restaurant for lunch, so let's go with that. The atmosphere there is usually quiet," He Ming suggested.
"Okay, Western food sounds good. It's been a while since I've been to one," Yao Ning replied, impressed by He Ming's thoughtfulness. He knew she was busy and didn't like crowded places.
"As long as you like it," He Ming said as he drove towards the restaurant.
When it came time to order, He Ming let Yao Ning choose, showing consideration for her preferences. These gestures made Yao Ning feel deeply moved. The man she liked was indeed exceptional—handsome, attentive, and gentle. How could she not like him?
"Alright, I've ordered everything. Take a look and see if it suits your taste," Yao Ning said, looking across at He Ming, her eyes seemingly brimming with affection.
He Ming, of course, could feel the intense gaze from across the table. Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, he pretended to pour water for both of them.
