Zhou Yi was somewhat nervous, fumbling with the corner of her own dress, yet she didn't want to appear too anxious in front of the one she loved. She gathered her courage to look at him,"Brother Muchen, let me treat you to a meal, at Yu Fu Ji."
"That's my investment."
Implied meaning being, there was no need for her to treat.
Zhou Yi felt his indifference, yet she thought about how he had taken the initiative to ask her out today, secretly comforting herself in her mind.
She brushed her fringe from her forehead, an action made with extreme gentleness.
"Then where would you like to eat? I'll treat you. I have wanted to have a meal with you before I go abroad."
This response placed her in an extremely vulnerable position.
Yet for this man, Zhou Yi no longer cared about her pride.
Jin Muchen crossed his long legs, his right hand open on the sofa, tapping rhythmically as though counting a certain beat, but seemingly arrhythmical upon closer inspection.
