Soon, room service delivered dinner, two portions of seafood pasta, with the rich aroma of cream and seafood wafting into Bai Lu's nose, making her stomach growl instantly—she was genuinely hungry.
Bai Lu didn't pay attention to Lu Li's dispirited appearance.
Bai Lu knew Lu Li was someone who easily got excited, but no matter how excited he got, he would restrain himself.
He was the kind of person, as they say, who could keep his own impulses in check.
She ate her seafood pasta, watching Lu Li opposite her, who seemed completely uninterested in eating.
"Aren't you hungry?"
"Hungry." The man said through gritted teeth, though it's hard to say exactly how he was hungry.
"Why aren't you eating?"
Bai Lu put down her fork, circled the table, and walked over to Lu Li's side
Damn, she shouldn't have come into the room with her just now!
Lu Li's brain short-circuited for a few seconds; what did Bai Lu mean by that?
