It took Tong Xiaohua quite an effort to extract her hand from his large palm, as if a whole century had passed.
Yet, Yan Bo secretly wished that they could hold hands like this for a lifetime.
Unconsciously, his feelings for her evolved from an initial eagerness to get acquainted, to now being more and more convinced, decidedly certain of her.
"It's about time, you must be hungry too, let's eat first and we can continue reading afterwards," he said.
As the host, Yan Bo was the first to break the silence.
Although he wished this tacit understanding could last a bit longer, he worried that she might be left hungry.
Tong Xiaohua secretly let out a sigh of relief and obediently followed him out of the study room. In the dining room, Aunt Xin had already set the table and served the soup.
"Mr. Yan, if there's anything that doesn't meet your expectations, please make a note of it. I will slowly improve. Take your time eating, I'll come back to clean up the dishes in two hours."
