She didn't know what they were talking about in the private room anymore; Shen Jing had stopped listening.
Shen Jing was thoroughly enjoying her candy. The moment she lowered her head, a pair of black, custom-made Italian leather shoes entered her line of sight. Beneath the impeccably tailored trousers, long legs, firm and powerful, were striding her way. His suit, scented with sandalwood, carried an aroma that was cool, crisp, and distinguished. That familiar sensation, reminiscent of their passionate nights together, made Shen Jing's heart give a sudden lurch.
She slowly raised her head.
Zhou Luchen stood with one hand tucked into his trouser pocket, his entire demeanor exuding the casual nonchalance of a nobleman as he calmly watched her.
Their eyes met, and Shen Jing spoke first, "Are you here to eat too?"
Zhou Luchen, silent for a moment, suddenly asked, "Where have you been recently?"
