Wen Wan lifted her gaze in surprise, looking at the man across from her, questioning him with her eyes.
"You hardly ate anything… and letting you pay, I, feel somewhat uneasy." Mo Siluo looked down faintly, glanced over the dishes on the table, his expression serious, yet Wen Wan caught a hint of mischief in his eyes.
Wen Wan's pretty face turned slightly red, "But… " she didn't want to owe him anything.
Mo Siluo interrupted her, speaking word by word, "Next time, you pick the place."
Wen Wan was slightly flustered. Next time? There was going to be a next time?
"Mr. Mo, I think… we better not meet again in the future. I'm not the kind of woman you think I am," she said, struggling to find the right words.
Mo Siluo looked up at her, as if waiting for her to continue.
Wen Wan felt her choice of words might have been inappropriate, so she hastily explained in a fluster, "I mean, I've never believed that men and women can have a true friendship…"
