Consequently, in the following time, An Ziqi was responsible for choosing the dishes, while Xiao Moli was responsible for eating them.
Even if she picked out a carrot, which he didn't like, Xiao Moli just slightly frowned then obediently ate it.
Xiao Moli had drunk some wine earlier. Although he wasn't drunk, the alcohol loosened his restraint and slightly lowered his self-control.
Under the table, he held An Ziqi's hand, desperately wanting to pull her closer so that the two of them were nearly touching.
Ye Wuge was speechless on the side, thinking that if he had sunglasses, he would wear them. These two were supposed to be in a secret marriage, but they were practically blinding him. If they weren't, he guessed that the whole world would be forced to witness their overly sweet interactions.
An Ziqi was helpless, worried about being discovered. Under the table, she held his hand tightly, and coaxed him to create a bit more distance between them.
