There were still customers in the restaurant, wasn't this a shameful spectacle?
Sheng Youxia was still afraid that Fu Shilv couldn't restrain himself.
She grabbed his wrist and pushed his arm down.
Wen Zaiyi seemed quite puzzled by his behavior, "Mr. Fu, which words upset you? Don't you ever speak sweet nothings when you're in love?"
Sheng Youxia saw a dark shadow in Fu Shilv's eyes. She wasn't afraid of him, but offending him like this, she feared it would provoke his wrath.
She had no intention of overly antagonizing him, she just wanted him to recognize the difficulties and back off.
"Fu Shilv, you should go back first."
Fu Shilv's gaze retracted, and he looked at Sheng Youxia with some mockery.
"Afraid I'll disturb your date?"
"I'm just thinking that it's so late, you probably haven't had dinner yet, you should go back and eat something."
Fu Shilv grasped her hand in return, his eyes seemingly unable to contain anyone else. He held on tight, not wanting to let go.