Robert Thomson seemed quite interested, leaning on the descending escalator handrail, smiling at her: "This is one of the few times I've been to a supermarket! With you!"
Emma Smith didn't know how to respond, so she just asked: "What would you like to eat tonight?"
He slowly approached her, and under the watchful eyes of others, he stretched his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. Their noses touched, affectionately rubbing against each other, as if they were kissing.
A soft whisper came from his throat: "I want to eat you, what should we do?"
The onlookers gazed at Robert, who was tall and handsome, dressed meticulously. Especially those warm, gentle eyes, shining brightly, piercing straight to the heart.
