Mo Ran looked at him in shock, "It’s not..."
"Then stay," he gripped her wrist tighter and added, "at least, wait until after breakfast before leaving..."
If only she could stay a bit longer, not be in such a hurry to leave.
From his eyes, Mo Ran saw reluctance and pain. Her heart twitched, a complex emotion gliding across the depths of her soul.
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"Enough!" Tang Song cut her off, "I don’t want to hear again that it’s impossible between us. Mo Ran, I don’t know about the future, but right now, I just want to spend more time with you. Stay, accompany me for breakfast. No one else, just the two of us."
Sometimes, having a meal with someone you like is also a form of happiness.
Mo Ran looked out the window, her eyes slightly moist. She couldn’t give Tang Song anything, she had already hurt him deeply, did she even have to refuse this small request?
"Okay," she nodded with a smile, it’s just breakfast, no big deal.
Tang Song was happy, and he personally cooked a lot of delicious food. Mo Ran just sat at the table watching him, thinking the way Tang Song cooked with an apron on was quite attractive.
He was tall and handsome to begin with; rolling up his shirt sleeves to cook, he looked even more charming.
If, if she hadn’t met Gu Yixuan, and she had been with Tang Song, surely she would have been very happy every day.
"Just one last dish, and we can eat," Tang Song turned back and smiled at her.
Mo Ran nodded, "Actually, just the two of us, we can’t eat this much food, three dishes would have been enough."
Tang Song didn’t turn around. "It’s your first time eating my cooking, of course, I have to show off my skills. If there had been enough time, I would have wanted to cook even more dishes."
He really wanted to cook all the dishes he could for her, if only she was willing.
Mo Ran looked at the table full of dishes and murmured, "You’re so good at cooking, your future wife will certainly be very happy."
"What did you say?" His voice was too soft; Tang Song didn’t hear her clearly.
Mo Ran smiled and shook her head, "I was saying, for a successful person like you, how do you also know how to cook? Aren’t men usually not good in the kitchen?"
"You already said I’m a successful person, what is there that a successful person can’t do?" He teased with a laugh.
Suddenly, his smile faded, a trace of gloom passing through his eyes.