Liu Zhizhong had a genteel smile on his face, his eyes glinting like bright stars in the candlelight, his magnetic, provocative words sending Luo Yanling's heart aflutter.
Her gaze rested on his handsome, jade-like face, and for a moment, she was almost entranced but quickly realized she was losing her composure.
She immediately laughed, "Ah, Secretary Liu, cut it out. Your wife is prettier and sexier than me. How could I dare? Don't think that just by treating me to a western meal, I'm going to sleep with you, okay?"
Liu Zhizhong's face turned serious as he said earnestly, "Well, that's not impossible. After all, we live in a wonderful age where a bowl of spicy soup can hook you up with a girl. How many bowls could my meal be worth?"
