The exquisite western meal placed in front of Xu Zijin doesn't arouse his appetite.
Instead, the commotion from the couple next door catches his attention more.
His slender index finger taps lightly on the table, each tap seems to strike right at Yan Yinuo's heart.
She never knew that Xu Zijin, a grown man, liked to play these relentless games.
No, he's not pestering her, just disturbing her thoughts.
Yan Yinuo puts down her utensils, deciding to end this unpleasant lunch early due to Xu Zijin's presence.
Suddenly, a sweet voice comes from the other side.
A girl asks Xu Zijin in fluent English if she could sit opposite him.
Xu Zijin smiles slightly, "Please go ahead."
The girl nods happily, her gaze carrying a hint of fascination; this man looks familiar.
"Sir, are you alone? Fortunately, I am too. May I invite you to have lunch together?" The girl continues boldly.
The girls here are bold and passionate like fire.
