Qiao Xiguan lifted her eyes to glance at him, then lowered them again, "I've always been good to myself, and before filling my stomach, I don't want to consider other things."
"You always surprise me," Qi Lingfeng said, holding a glass of red wine and tasting it quietly.
"Otherwise, how could I possibly pique your interest?" quipped Qiao Xiguan, her eyebrows raised.
Qi Lingfeng gave a faint smile.
Interest.
Indeed, it was interest.
Again, silence between the two of them.
Qiao Xiguan seemed to have finished eating, put down her knife and fork, and wiped the corner of her mouth. She looked at Qi Lingfeng, "About the collaboration, what do you think?"
Qi Lingfeng put down his wine glass, suddenly stood up, and walked towards her, bowing slightly, "How about a dance first?"
"After the dance, can we talk?"
"I think so," Qi Lingfeng replied with grace and nobility.
Qiao Xiguan looked at his clean palm.
She was very averse to these hands.
These, cruel hands.
