Ruan Yiyi began to use her knife and fork.
Wen Yu also lowered his head, picked up his knife and fork, and ate slowly.
When going to eat, she didn't ask him what he wanted, just directly brought him to this place.
Ruan Yiyi slowly ate her steak, finally took a small sip of red wine, and looked at him with a gentle smile.
But he saw no warmth.
After putting down her wine glass, Ruan Yiyi asked, "Do you like it here?"
"What do you really want to say?" He put down his knife and fork, looking at her seriously.
Trying to flaunt her privileged life in front of him, comparing it to his impoverished student years?
Even though, only he knew, he was not poor.
Ruan Yiyi gave a slight smile and spoke quite frankly: "Honestly, I don't know what you truly think of me—do you like me, or do you hate me? If you hate me, just for your so-called 'first time,' you want to tie us together. Wouldn't you find that painful?"
