Ran Yu was at her wit's end.
Before she knew it, her hand was seized by Lu Ziheng, who caressed it as he soothingly said, "Don't worry, the waiters here are well-trained. Without my permission, no one dares to come in."
"That still won't do!" Ran Yu's face turned so red it nearly ignited.
To stay here with him?
She'd rather die!
"What's on your mind?" Lu Ziheng pinched her soft hand, "You think I'm willing to 'do it' here? I don't have the heart for that."
"..." Ran Yu's lips twitched.
"I meant... drinking." Lu Ziheng lazily threw out the bait.
Drinking?
Ran Yu looked at him, her mind fiercely battling with two conflicting thoughts.
"Any drink is fine; drink as much as you like," Lu Ziheng pressed on.
Ran Yu, with a conflicted expression on her small face, remained noncommittal.
Lu Ziheng raised an eyebrow, feigned standing up, "Well, if you don't want to, let's go home then. It's getting late..."
The next second.
