"I said, come to dinner." Gu Chengfeng's voice sounded again. It was magnetic and hoarse. It was so pleasant to hear. It was like the wine that had been aged for many years. It was mellow and intoxicating. It could be heard in Yan Ruoxue's ears, but it started to tremble.

she hesitated at her feet, and then moved to the restaurant.

a servant has opened the chair for her and sat down opposite to Gu Chengfeng. She says that Ruoxue doesn't want to have anything wrong. She picks up the chopsticks and starts eating.

it's just that I've eaten it, so I'm not hungry. Even if I eat it...