In the French restaurant, Wei Anning ordered a serving of foie gras and a dessert, then handed the menu back to the waiter. Leng Youchen ordered a sirloin steak and a bottle of '82 Lafite.
Wei Anning instinctively touched her wallet. Luckily, she had brought her credit card; otherwise, the cash she had wouldn't have even covered a glass of wine for him.
The dishes were served quickly, their exquisite presentation was enough to whet anyone's appetite.
Leng Youchen picked up the decanter, leaned over to pour her half a glass, and then poured himself the same. He raised his wine glass, gently swirling the liquid, his deep black eyes fixed intently on her.
Under the warm yellow lighting, her long hair cascaded down her back, highlighting her delicate, heart-shaped face that was charming and lovely, her skin a mixture of white and blush, like the finest apple, exuding a glossy luster.
He glanced at her long hair, "When did you start growing it out?"
