When I was thinking, my hand was held by his warm big hand again. He took my hand and walked into the VIP special elevator, heading straight to floor 69.

His hands are really warm, or maybe my hands are really cold. When I was held by him like this, I was very greedy for the temperature he gave me.

I looked up at him and smiled, "Ben Roberts, do you invite me to dinner here?"

He faced the elevator door and stood straight. "Yes."

It's just a simple word, but I think it's enough.

Not long after, the elevator arrived at floor 69. The place used to be overcrowded,...