Gu Qian raised an eyebrow and glared at him, little did she know her piercing look was not the least bit threatening—instead, it made someone's wolf-like blood boil. He leaned over, took a bite on her lips, his voice hoarse, "If you keep looking at me like that, we might not need to go out for dinner. I'll just eat you."
Gu Qian: "..."
She immediately calmed down and didn't dare to tease him anymore.
Mo Beichen took Gu Qian to a Chinese restaurant, which gathered chefs from all over the world; you could eat any dish you desired here. Knowing Gu Qian had been drowsy lately, he had someone check her health the other day, saying she was low on both blood and energy, so she needed more nourishment.
Mo Beichen ordered five dishes and a soup, and also had the kitchen prepare a serving of caviar dessert to come first, so she wouldn't go hungry.
