Looking at the time, almost 10 PM in France, Gu Zixuan was at a loss for words.
What does this mean?
Could it be that she is supposed to have a "romantic" dinner with Feng Chengjin at this time?
Thinking about the awkwardness of the journey, and clearly Feng Chengjin had tried to wash off the lipstick mark on his collar in the airplane restroom, but Stephen kept glancing at his collar as if noticing something, Gu Zixuan felt herself blushing every minute.
She turned her face away, walking to the other end of the suite, gazing at the distant coastline with its scattered lights under the night sky.
The sea breeze blew, creating a simple yet messy beauty in her long hair.
Feng Chengjin watched her back, as if sensing something, he smiled slightly.
After Stephen left, he strolled over to Gu Zixuan's side, "It seems you don't really want to have dinner."
"I just ate three hours before getting off the plane, not hungry."
