"If you want to treat, I have no objections," Mo Siluo replied, the corners of his lips curving up in a slightly irritating smirk.
"..."
"Don't tell me you want to go Dutch?" Mo Siluo's gorgeous eyebrows furrowed slightly, "I can respect your decision."
Wen Wan thought to herself, going Dutch here? She wasn't crazy! Thirty yuan could fill her stomach; why would she come here just to lose money?
Wen Wan knew the man was doing it on purpose. She promptly closed the menu and put it back on the lazy Susan, "I'm not hungry; order whatever you want for yourself."
Mo Siluo's gaze fell just below the woman's chest, "Are you sure you're not hungry?"
Wen Wan swallowed another mouthful of saliva and replied, "Not hungry."
Mo Siluo laughed and then called the waiter over, ordering six dishes and a soup and asking for a glass of fresh corn juice.
The waiter beside them curiously sized up Wen Wan, seemingly guessing the relationship between the two. It didn't look like they were a couple.
