Jimo Cheng looked at Luo Qianqian tenderly: "Jin Yuee, I will protect you."
Listening to Jimo Cheng's random and sudden words, Luo Qianqian could only smile, nod, and remain silent.
Fang Youyuan was completely oblivious to the fact that he was an oversized third wheel, quietly following beside the two.
"What does Jin Yuee want to eat?" Fang Youyuan asked, "Forget about fast food on a day like this, let's find a warm place to sit down and eat slowly."
Luo Qianqian nodded: "Hotpot? Barbecue? Sichuan cuisine?..." Struggling to think of foods that make her sweat, Luo Qianqian blinked. Actually, eating sushi makes you sweat too, from the wasabi spiciness.
"Sichuan cuisine is too spicy; it's not good for girls." Fang Youyuan dismissed it immediately.
Jimo Cheng hesitated for a moment: "Then let's go with hotpot." Remembering that last time during the BBQ, Luo Qianqian ended up with a 'stomachache,' he didn't want it to happen again, especially in front of him.
