The server brought out the dishes.
Yang Fan and Pan Xiaoxia had to stop, quickly fixing their clothes.
The server didn't seem to notice what Yang Fan and Pan Xiaoxia had just been doing in their private room. After placing the dishes and serving two cups of tea, he left and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.
"Shall we continue? Finish up before we eat?" Yang Fan opened his chopsticks but then set them down again.
"Eat your meal!" Pan Xiaoxia said, looking exasperated, "Doing that in a place where you eat, can you still have an appetite? I've agreed to go with you tonight, right? Just hold on a little longer, don't force anything now, or I'll really get mad."
Yang Fan grinned, "It's just a bit uncomfortable holding back."
"It'll pass if you just hold on a bit. Rushing about like this, all anxious, isn't comfortable either," said Pan Xiaoxia. "Don't worry, I won't run. We've already done it twice, would I care about doing it a few more times?"
