After wiping the corners of his mouth, Xu Ningzhou puts down the napkin, crosses his fingers, and smiles at Song Qinghuan whose big eyes twinkle when she is eating.

However, her gestures are elegant and quiet, which arouses one’s appetite. Just eating with her makes Xu Ningzhou happy.

Xu Ningzhou asks, "Do you know what kind of dish this shrimp ball with vanilla and lemon belongs to?"

"Huh?" Song Qinghuan blinks her eyes doubtfully. She just takes a bite of the shrimp ball which is covered with sweet and sour sauce, a mixture of fresh lemon juice and scallop sauce. The shrimp ball smells of rosemary. Then her taste buds are stimulated.

Xu Ningzhou is fascinated unexpectedly by her crooked head and feels butterflies in his stomach. He drinks lemon tea to calm himself down and shakes his head with laugh, saying: "I admire your table manner."

Shrimp ball in lemon and vanilla flavor, known as lover cuisine, is described as the taste of love.

"..." Song Qinghuan decides not to talk with him anymore.

Just when they are almost full, Sun Jiayu comes in again with a dessert in his hand.

"How about the dishes?" Sun Jiayu asks Song Qinghuan with a smile, "Are you satisfied with the food?"

Song Qinghuan smiles, her eyes being like a bending-down moon, and revealing her lovely dimples, saying: "Yes, I am. And I have fallen in love with it."

"You are so cute and sweet."

Sun Jiayu puts the dessert on his hand in front of Song Qinghuan and says, "It’s for you, fresh lemon milk pie. Next time I change the cuisine, please come back with Ningzhou."

"Thank you." Song Qinghuan skips over the topic of coming with Xu Ningzhou next time in a joking manner, saying "Can I come without a reservation?"

Xu Ningzhou blinks at her and says with a vague smile: "Coming with me is a kind of reservation."

Coming with him is equal to a ticket without reservation.

However, Song Qinghuan does not want this ticket at present.

When she leaves the restaurant and returns to the car, Song Qinghuan puts her fingers against her temple. When she is full, she feels sleepy and asks with a lazy tone: “Where are we going now?"

When Xu Ningzhou sees her yawning with her mouth covered and a small tear on her long, thick curled lashes when blinking, he soothes her with a soft voice: "Go to nap first, and I'll wake you up after our arrival."

"Okay."

Song Qinghuan is really sleepy. After this morning, she is not afraid of Xu Ningzhou anymore.

After her rebirth, Song Qinghuan never sleeps well in the Song family.

Now before she makes a decision, she has to plot for the coming future, which makes her physically and mentally exhausted.

Living with those hypocritical family members and blood relatives who abandoned her ruthlessly, Song Qinghuan thinks that her life is a living "comedy". She is a clown from the beginning to the end, getting stuck in the fight of a rich family. No one will ask her whether she is happy or not and whether she wants such a life.

Now she eases her tension and feels a strong sense of exhaustion for the probable reason that she left the Song family which is like a cage for her.

She closes her eyes and goes to sleep with the classical music in the car.

In her sleep, time is interlaced, and she is lost in the darkness, struggling with herself.

Xu Ningzhou has been paying attention to Song Qinghuan since she got in the car. When he sees that her head is about to hit the glass window, he quickly puts his hand to where Song Qinghuan’s forehead is going to collide with. Song Qinghuan's breath is light. When she falls asleep, her little head is like a chicken pecking at rice.

Very cute.

Xu Ningzhou moves his fingers and stretches his legs forward which are nowhere to be placed. He slips his body down in order to adjust his shoulders to the height Song Qinghuan is able to rest on and uses his fingers to move Song Qinghuan’s head towards his shoulder where Song Qinghuan falls asleep quietly and cutely.

Song Qinghuan breathes out directly to Xu Ningzhou’s neck and ears, so he turns his head to look at her sleeping eyes quietly. The scene in front of him overlaps with that of his childhood. The fairy in his childhood also slept on his shoulder. Xu Ningzhou puts his tongue on his cheek and closes his eyes to smell Song Qinghuan.

The mood of recovery satisfies him both physically and mentally.

It seems that a gentle wind is caressing his whole body. When Song Qinghuan wakes up, she hears the waves. She lies in the back seat with a man's coat. Song Qinghuan is confused for a moment and doesn't know where she is.

With her sleepy eyes, she finds a person sitting in the front part of the car.

Under the blue sky, the sea and the blue sky merge into one color. Xu Ningzhou sits lazily in the front part of the car. He tilts his head slightly when smoking, which adds a slight of hazy beauty to his sexy side face with hard lines.

When Xu Ningzhou smokes, he looks like a charming prince, shining all over. His fingers are long, with a white cigarette in his hand. His thin lips gently emit out a thin smoke. Occasionally, he licks the corners of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. Comparing with the scene on the balcony last time, it is the second time for Song Qinghuan to see Xu Ningzhou’s smoking.

There is no doubt that Xu Ningzhou is a man with masculine charm. It's disgusting for ordinary people to smoke, but his smoking manner makes one feel comfortable if he smokes, like a sexy siren, luring people towards him.

Maybe her eyes are too direct, so Xu Ningzhou turns back to look.

Seeing that Song Qinghuan puts her arms on the window and looks at him with her chin against the back of her hands, he drops his cigarette ash. It seems that he, raising the corners of his mouth, together with the scenery, is a shining picture where the sea wind blows his black hair and the sunlight behind him forms a gorgeous halo over his body.

Song Qinghuan is so deeply attracted that she can hear clearly her heart beating faster.

"You are awake."

Xu Ningzhou comes over and stoops to stand outside the window of Song Qinghuan's side. She has just woken up with two blushes on her white face. Her pink-and-white cheeks are attractive. He pinches Song Qinghuan's face with his fingers without controlling himself.

Song Qinghuan suddenly freezes.

However, Xu Ningzhou is satisfied and thinks that her face is so tender, feeling better than he imagines.

Xu Ningzhou lowers his eyes and looks down at Song Qinghuan's lips which are up naturally and plump. At the moment, her lips are slightly open, like two pink petals that are blossoming, which quietly attracts him to kiss her.

There was an impulse in his heart to kiss Song Qinghuan. Xu Ningzhou leans down naturally and his warm breath sprays on Song Qinghuan's face.

He sees Song Qinghuan's eyelashes trembling and his heart does the same simultaneously, and then he approaches Song Qinghuan's attractive lips.