An Yin didn't know if he was telling the truth, and pursed her lips, her goose-egg-shaped face full of anxiety.
The sight of the feast on the table instantly made An Yin forget her worries.
She stared at the table, confused, "How do we order here?" An Yin looked around; only the two of them were left in the private room, and the large white door was tightly closed.
"Already ordered."
Bao Shaojin withdrew his somber gaze, and glanced sidelong at the young girl.
The young girl's skin was as bright and smooth as porcelain, her tender and pure face outshining the flowers in the room; at this moment, it seemed as if all the world's beauty couldn't compare to her captivating allure.
There seemed to be a kind of magic about the young girl, a compulsion in his gaze always drawing back to her.
Ever since Bao Shaojin said that he had ordered the dishes, An Yin glanced occasionally in the direction of the door.
