The silence lingered for who knows how long; nearly all the steak on Tong Ran's plate was gone before she slightly lifted her gaze to glance at the man across from her.
In doing so, her hand shook and some of the steak's juice splashed onto her face.
Mo Nanjue set down his wine glass, pushed back his chair, and walked over to sit beside her.
"To think you'd refute being called clumsy, yet you manage to make such a mess eating steak." As he spoke, he picked up a wet wipe from the table to clean the corner of her mouth.
If it weren't for the steak juice splashing on her face, he wouldn't even know what excuse to use to sit beside her.
This feeling made Mo Nanjue quite annoyed. When had he ever needed to be so cautious?
He took what he wanted and discarded what he didn't. There was no need for considerations!
Surrounded by the man's presence, Tong Ran looked at the untouched Western meal in front of him, "Mo Nanjue, aren't you hungry?"