"..." Yu Jingchen's lips curled with pleasure, and his smile was full of charm.
An Ning sipped her red wine while admiring his tanned, slender fingers handling the exquisite cutlery, cutting and piercing gracefully.
"If you weren't a soldier, you could be a model or a male movie star, for sure you'd make many wealthy women swoon."
Yu Jingchen's face darkened. "I'm not that desperate to sell my looks."
"That's not something you can say so definitively… umm…"
An Ning didn't finish her sentence before her mouth was stuffed again.
But this time, it wasn't his kiss, it was the beef.
Once it was in her mouth, she began to chew.
"Cough, cough…" A voice rang out, and An Ning looked up.
She saw a man in a suit towering over 183 cm tall, about the same as Yu Jingchen, with an excess of masculinity and features that were exceedingly handsome and sharp.