Su Yu just looked at her quietly, his gaze as mesmerizing as she remembered.
In those deep, ink-black eyes, there was a hint of emerald green, just looking into them felt like staring into a black hole in the vast starry sky, capable of pulling her soul deep inside.
She couldn't move a single step.
No matter how much doubt was in her heart, faced with such beauty and delicious food, she found it a bit hard to resist.
Han Jing couldn't help but criticize in her heart, being so good-looking is one thing, but why does he have to cook so well too? Isn't he just tempting people to sin?
Su Yu, however, showed no understanding for her desire to continue their cold war. He lifted the corners of his lips, smiling gently as he did in her memory, and asked, "Are you hungry?"
His clear and crisp voice tickled her ear, making her feel intoxicated.
Blame it on the beauty of the night.
Blame it on the enticing aroma of the food.
Han Jing entered the house without a word.
