Leng Youchen absentmindedly stirred his coffee with a spoon, staring intently at her, causing Wei Anning's heart to race. Unable to resist, she looked up, only to collide with a pair of charming and profound phoenix eyes.
Her heartbeat inexplicably quickened, and she hastily lowered her head, "You're not eating, why keep staring at me? Can you get full just by looking at me?"
"Mm," the man's voice was languid, "To me, my wife is the most delicious food, I just want to devour you."
"Hooligan!" Wei Anning's cheeks turned slightly warm as she pushed the bowl away, "I'm full now, I'm going to school."
After speaking, she fled the dining room in a panic, moving so hastily that she almost bumped into the antique vase outside the restaurant. She grabbed the backpack on the couch and quickly headed for the main door.
Leng Youchen put down his spoon, his gaze deep as he watched his wife's retreating figure, feeling something was off.
