Inside the seafood restaurant, Zhuo Junyi was lightly holding the glass of white wine in her hand. She had already consumed two glasses and felt a little tipsy.
"Qin Zhirun, this wine is quite mediocre. Next time you come to my place, I'll serve you something better."
On hearing this, Qin Zhirun nodded immediately, "Junyi, how about I come tomorrow? You said it yourself, don't forget to serve me."
Zhuo Junyi had a hint of a smile on her lips, "Qin Zhirun, are you afraid I'll run away? Relax, I have plenty of good wine at home. I keep my word, if I say I'll give you, then I will."
Hadn't she always given him everything he wanted when he used to come to her house?
Zhirun spoke in double entendre, "I am indeed afraid that you'll run away."
Carelessly, you might just be chased away by someone else.
Zhirun even regretted, had he not gone abroad, would Zhuo Junyi be his girlfriend by now?
They grew up together, if they were together, their parents would certainly be delighted.
