Two hours later.
Song Nanqiao came out with tissues, wiping off the sweat on Wen Wenyao’s body and also wiping her own fingers.
“Are you tired?”
“Not really…” The girl leaned against her in Song Nanqiao’s embrace, her breathing becoming more regular, but her cheeks were still a bit flushed.
In fact, this was not a big deal. Compared to the previous few times, this time was relatively gentle, and both of them restrained themselves, not going too far.
“Shall we go eat?” Song Nanqiao stood up and cleaned up the remnants on the table.
“Yeah, I’m a bit hungry too. I only had a little for lunch today.”
“Then let’s go.” Song Nanqiao tidied up and held Wen Wenyao’s hand as they walked to the door.
As she pushed open the door, there was a manager with two security guards standing at the entrance.
“Miss Wen, how was the movie?”
“It was great. Thank you for your hospitality,” Wen Wenyao quickly adjusted her expression and smiled politely, appearing sincere and serious.
It looked as if she had genuinely watched the movie.
“Okay, we look forward to your next visit.”
The manager smiled politely. Having Wen Wenyao visit their cinema was a rare opportunity.
After a brief exchange, Wen Wenyao left with Song Nanqiao.
“Sister… I still wanted to take a photo with her. I heard she’s entering the film industry now; maybe she’ll become a big star in the future,” a young security guard sounded a bit disheartened. It was his first time seeing a real celebrity, and he didn’t even get a photo.
“Don’t think about things that won’t happen. Focus on your work,” the manager scolded him. Not just anyone could take a photo with Miss Wen from the Wen family.
……
“Can we have Western food?”
“It’s all up to you,” Wen Wenyao said, holding Song Nanqiao’s hand. Her voice was warm and carried a hint of huskiness.
The two of them went to the nearest Western restaurant.
“I want some ice-cold watermelon…”
Wen Wenyao looked at the menu, spotted the desserts, and thought it would be perfect, especially since she had just come out of the movie theater feeling a bit warm. Moreover, the weather had been getting hotter these days, and she had dressed a bit more warmly when they went out today.
“Is it on the menu?” Song Nanqiao flipped through the menu. She doubted there would be watermelon available on such a cold day.
“It’s there, on the last page.”
“But it doesn’t look very big. Can you finish it?” Song Nanqiao looked at the menu, where there was a picture of half a seedless watermelon. Although it wasn’t large, watermelon was quite filling, and eating too much might upset the stomach.
“I probably can’t finish it. Would you eat your girlfriend’s leftovers?” The girl’s eyes were bright, and she seemed to be in a very good mood. She appeared confident that Song Nanqiao would agree.
Looking at the girl’s adorable face, Song Nanqiao could only surrender and ordered a chilled watermelon for her.
“Sure, but you have to eat the meat,” Song Nanqiao handed the menu to the waiter and whispered to the girl.
“Okay.”
Soon, the main dishes Song Nanqiao ordered and Wen Wenyao’s watermelon arrived.
“Do you want me to help you cut it?” Song Nanqiao held a knife and fork and looked at the plate of steak in front of the girl.
“Okay~”
Song Nanqiao could cut her own steak, which was naturally the best choice…
“Let’s eat the meat first.” Song Nanqiao picked up the knife and fork, expertly slicing the steak. Each piece was just the right size, and she cut quickly. In just three minutes, she had finished cutting it.
“Can you feed me?” Wen Wenyao blinked her eyes as if she didn’t plan to use her own knife and fork.
“Just one piece.”
“Okay.”
Song Nanqiao picked up the nearby chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, and fed it to Wen Wenyao’s mouth. The girl slightly opened her mouth and obediently bit down on the meat Song Nanqiao offered. The tender beef melted in her mouth, and it tasted excellent, perfectly grilled.
Putting down the chopsticks, Song Nanqiao’s gaze unintentionally landed on those chopsticks, under the lighting, they seemed to glisten with the girl’s crystal-clear saliva…
“What’s wrong?”
Watching Song Nanqiao’s slightly flushed cheeks, Wen Wenyao teasingly asked.
Song Nanqiao: “Nothing…”
Two hours later.
Song Nanqiao came out with tissues, wiping off the sweat on Wen Wenyao’s body and also wiping her own fingers.
“Are you tired?”
“Not really…” The girl leaned against her in Song Nanqiao’s embrace, her breathing becoming more regular, but her cheeks were still a bit flushed.
In fact, this was not a big deal. Compared to the previous few times, this time was relatively gentle, and both of them restrained themselves, not going too far.
“Shall we go eat?” Song Nanqiao stood up and cleaned up the remnants on the table.
“Yeah, I’m a bit hungry too. I only had a little for lunch today.”
“Then let’s go.” Song Nanqiao tidied up and held Wen Wenyao’s hand as they walked to the door.
As she pushed open the door, there was a manager with two security guards standing at the entrance.
“Miss Wen, how was the movie?”
“It was great. Thank you for your hospitality,” Wen Wenyao quickly adjusted her expression and smiled politely, appearing sincere and serious.
It looked as if she had genuinely watched the movie.
“Okay, we look forward to your next visit.”
The manager smiled politely. Having Wen Wenyao visit their cinema was a rare opportunity.
After a brief exchange, Wen Wenyao left with Song Nanqiao.
“Sister… I still wanted to take a photo with her. I heard she’s entering the film industry now; maybe she’ll become a big star in the future,” a young security guard sounded a bit disheartened. It was his first time seeing a real celebrity, and he didn’t even get a photo.
“Don’t think about things that won’t happen. Focus on your work,” the manager scolded him. Not just anyone could take a photo with Miss Wen from the Wen family.
……
“Can we have Western food?”
“It’s all up to you,” Wen Wenyao said, holding Song Nanqiao’s hand. Her voice was warm and carried a hint of huskiness.
The two of them went to the nearest Western restaurant.
“I want some ice-cold watermelon…”
Wen Wenyao looked at the menu, spotted the desserts, and thought it would be perfect, especially since she had just come out of the movie theater feeling a bit warm. Moreover, the weather had been getting hotter these days, and she had dressed a bit more warmly when they went out today.
“Is it on the menu?” Song Nanqiao flipped through the menu. She doubted there would be watermelon available on such a cold day.
“It’s there, on the last page.”
“But it doesn’t look very big. Can you finish it?” Song Nanqiao looked at the menu, where there was a picture of half a seedless watermelon. Although it wasn’t large, watermelon was quite filling, and eating too much might upset the stomach.
“I probably can’t finish it. Would you eat your girlfriend’s leftovers?” The girl’s eyes were bright, and she seemed to be in a very good mood. She appeared confident that Song Nanqiao would agree.
Looking at the girl’s adorable face, Song Nanqiao could only surrender and ordered a chilled watermelon for her.
“Sure, but you have to eat the meat,” Song Nanqiao handed the menu to the waiter and whispered to the girl.
“Okay.”
Soon, the main dishes Song Nanqiao ordered and Wen Wenyao’s watermelon arrived.
“Do you want me to help you cut it?” Song Nanqiao held a knife and fork and looked at the plate of steak in front of the girl.
“Okay~”
Song Nanqiao could cut her own steak, which was naturally the best choice…
“Let’s eat the meat first.” Song Nanqiao picked up the knife and fork, expertly slicing the steak. Each piece was just the right size, and she cut quickly. In just three minutes, she had finished cutting it.
“Can you feed me?” Wen Wenyao blinked her eyes as if she didn’t plan to use her own knife and fork.
“Just one piece.”
“Okay.”
Song Nanqiao picked up the nearby chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, and fed it to Wen Wenyao’s mouth. The girl slightly opened her mouth and obediently bit down on the meat Song Nanqiao offered. The tender beef melted in her mouth, and it tasted excellent, perfectly grilled.
Putting down the chopsticks, Song Nanqiao’s gaze unintentionally landed on those chopsticks, under the lighting, they seemed to glisten with the girl’s crystal-clear saliva…
“What’s wrong?”
Watching Song Nanqiao’s slightly flushed cheeks, Wen Wenyao teasingly asked.
Song Nanqiao: “Nothing…”
