Dear Mr. Shi

However, Shi Yuhan asked the waiter to put both steaks in front of him, and then cut the steak into even small pieces in a neat and elegant manner.

Song Qinghuan could only do it, and watched the time to keep out the cold.

Under the reflection of the dim light, his side face has a soft line, handsome like a flower in the snow, like a flower, but the aura that he exudes is not related to the flower at all, sharp and cold, his hands and feet are sharp and cold. In between, there is a taste of king over the world, and the momentum is even more shocking.

Such a man, I believe that no woman can resist his charm.

But he is very indifferent. He is far away from anyone, but his seemingly calm eyes are only arrogant and dismissive.

It was also because of this man that she realized for the first time that humans can still be like this, unlike human beings.

Just when Song Qinghuan was in a daze, Shi Yuhan had already cut the steak. Seeing her staring at herself blankly, her sturdy arms were gracefully resting on the edge of the table, and a slightly ironic smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Unexpectedly, he fell into a pair of dark and deep eyes, but those eyes were more evil than the night, Song Qinghuan regained his senses abruptly, and at the same time, there was an inexplicable burning at the base of his ears.

She hated the banter and playfulness in his eyes, and seemed to be ridiculing her like him.

"..." Song Qinghuan did not speak, but stuck his tongue out at him, and then made a little grimace.

Reached out, brought his cut steak, and ate for himself, when he didn't exist.

Shi Yuhan looked at her, and the slight irony at the corner of her mouth turned into a touch of surprise. The way she stuck her tongue just now, why is she so like Shishi?

So, this is why Zishi likes her?!

The dessert is Napoleon crisp.

Song Qinghuan likes to eat this dessert very much. After she finished eating her own, she looked eagerly at the portion in front of Shi Yuhan.

Shi's cold-proof steak hadn't been finished yet, and he was eating gracefully at the moment, ignoring her at all.

Song Qinghuan put the fork to his lips and clicked again, and then continued to stare at Shi Yuhan. With such a passionate gaze, it seemed difficult for Shi Yuhan to ignore it.

He finally raised his eyes to look at her, Song Qinghuan quickly chuckled, "Do you like desserts?"

Men generally don't eat desserts. She doesn't like to eat them when she thinks about it, and then she can share them with her.

Shi Yuhan ignored her and continued to look down to eat.

Song Qinghuan curled his lips. When Yuhan was a stingy when he was mumbling in his heart, a slender hand with knuckles suddenly appeared under his eyes, and the Napoleon cake was then placed in front of her.

Song Qinghuan immediately looked at Shi Yuhan with a smile: "Thank you!"

She happily picked up a small piece. She wanted to put it directly in her mouth, but she stopped, and then when she passed the fork to her lips, she said, "Or, you eat first!"