Wen Xian ultimately didn't tell him what those few characters were, saying she wanted to keep his appetite hanging.
Today's task was in the afternoon, specifically around five or six o'clock, to escort that batch of cultural relics.
He tried his best to satisfy all her requests.
At the moment.
Even though it was October, due to the large temperature difference, the morning was still quite sweltering.
Wen Xian rolled down the car window, and the wind whistled into the cabin.
"You didn't eat lunch, right? What do you feel like eating?"
Lu Xiao asked while driving, preparing to take her for lunch.
Wen Xian sat in the passenger seat, lazily stretching.
As his words fell, she glanced at Lu Xiao and suddenly blinked, implying something more profound, "Don't you, Captain Lu, know very well what I want to eat?"
Lu Xiao: "..."
That soulful look, constantly staring at him, was irresistibly suggestive.