Zhou Yanshen smiled. "As your future boyfriend, shouldn't I be taking care of you?"
"I don't even know if we have a future."
"Of course we have." His smile was especially wide.
Qian Yue did not refute.
She avoided his burning gaze and stuffed a piece of foie gras into his plate before continuing to eat.
She rarely voiced her concern and only let Zhou Yanshen feel it at all times.
"What time are we leaving tomorrow?" Chu Yuzhou asked his friends.
"About ten o'clock. It's too cold early in the morning."
"That works too." When winter came, the bed became the most comfortable place. No one wanted to get up early.
Lin Jiao put down her knife and fork to admire the night scene.
The neon lights were reflected in her eyes, looking like a sky filled with stars.
Pei Zhi, who was sitting beside her, could admire the beautiful scene outside in her eyes without looking out the window.
