Wei Yu squinted his almond-shaped eyes; he understood her lip reading. He had heard the rumors outside but had always maintained an indifferent attitude towards those vague and unsubstantiated pieces of information.
Last night, the reason why he held back was because he had a particular aversion in this area. For romance, there must be mutual affection; coercion is simply disgraceful to him.
However, now it seemed necessary to clarify things.
"Looks like Miss An is quite eager to see whether or not I'm interested in women."
Wei Yu deliberately leaned closer to her, whispering softly in her ear, his warm breath tickling the skin on her neck.
She quickly shifted aside, crossing her arms over her chest, staring at him warily, "What do you want?"
The originally cold restaurant suddenly overflowed with ambiguity, and An Ruoxi caught, from the corner of her eye, Aunt Rong retreating silently with a tray of soup back into the kitchen…
