Across from him, Qin Feimo lifted his eyelids slightly, glancing at her as she ate with relish. The corner of his mouth curved upward, something he himself hadn't noticed.
As if sensing that gaze, Feng Jinglei suddenly looked up during her meal and met his intense eyes, momentarily freezing.
Yet, after making eye contact with her, Qin Feimo calmly lowered his eyes and continued dining elegantly.
Watching his leisurely actions, as if he hadn't been looking at her just now, Feng Jinglei said nothing and continued to eat with her head down.
After dinner, it was already half past eight in the evening.
"Full?" He put down his bowl and chopsticks, wiped his hands with a napkin, and looked up at the person opposite.
She seemed to have a good appetite today, eating more than she did at the Commander Residence.
Facing the dark eyes of the man, Feng Jinglei nodded, "Mm."
"Then let's go."
