Leng Jianan put away his researching eyes, raised his red wine glass and said, "Ke'er, let's drink to your anniversary."
"My anniversary?" Ke'er was confused. Where did she get the anniversary?
The smile on the corner of Leng Jianan's mouth had a hint of meaning, but it made Ke'er feel that he had malicious intentions. As expected, the words he said made Ke'er's face feel hot.
"Isn't last night your adult day? It's a special day that only happens once in your life. Shouldn't you commemorate it?"
Ke'er stared at him. Although the waiter seemed to be playing the violin very seriously, it didn't mean that he couldn't hear. How could such a private matter be mentioned in front of others?
Leng Jianan smiled, walked slowly to Ke'er with a wine glass in hand, touched her glass lightly and said, "Cheers to our sweet start."
Ke'er didn't move, but Leng Jianan had finished the glass of wine. His hand was originally on Ke'er's shoulder, but now it was like an ant slowly climbing up her swan-like neck, gently
pinch her earlobe
With a wisp of fragrance, he leaned down and said in Ke'er's ear: "Why, you don't want to have a sweet start with me? Or are you being coquettish and asking me to drink the wine for you?
Then, slowly pour it into your mouth like a stream of water, mouth to mouth?"
This trick worked very well. Ke'er quickly drank the good red wine in one gulp, but she frowned after drinking it.
Leng Jianan patted her cheek and said softly: "I know you are shy. When you go home at night, I will teach you what mood is."
Ke'er turned away and raised the knife and fork to cut the steak. Leng Jianan returned to his seat.
The two of them finished their meal in silence
Leng Jianan put her arms around Ke'er's slender waist and walked out of the western restaurant slowly and gracefully. Under the envious and jealous eyes of the waitress, she left like a couple.
After getting in the car, Leng Jianan pulled Ke'er into his arms. Although the two of them didn't speak during the whole journey, the silent silence is sometimes a kind of warmth that makes people secretly recall it.
At that moment, what did he think of her? A comfortable pillow, or did he really like her?
Maybe it was the stamina of the red wine that made Ke'er feel headache, but she didn't think about it anymore.
It was another lingering night. In the middle of the night, Ke'er was woken up by him and tortured twice. In the end, she was simply unable to resist.
He doesn't look like a tired CEO who is busy with official duties during the day!
He is clearly a wolf that has not tasted fishy food for a long time!