Even on a bitterly cold winter night, the barbecue restaurant was bustling with heat and activity.
At the four-person table by the wall, the girl placed meat on the grill with tongs after the waiter finished serving the dishes.
When Bai Su returned with the seasoning, she’d already grilled quite a bit and placed it on a shared plate so anyone could help themselves.
He sat across from the girl, pushed the grilled meat to her, his peach blossom eyes curved as he smiled, "I ate before I came out, you go ahead and eat, I’ll grill for you."
Rong Zhi glanced up at him, nodded, and placed the tongs down, slowly starting to eat. The rightful source is novel⦿fire.net
She ate slowly, without much appetite.
Bai Su gazed deeply at her, his eyes paused for a moment before his expression slightly changed, and he carefully placed all the meat on the grill, using scissors to cut the thicker steak into suitable sizes.
When he finished, he rested his chin in his hand, continuously watching the girl, observing her biting slowly into the meat and seeing a bit of sauce inadvertently smearing her lip. Before she could react, he swiftly pulled a napkin to carefully wipe away the sauce from the corner of her mouth.
Rong Zhi paused for a moment, pursed her lips, and continued eating without looking up.
Bai Su discarded the soiled napkin, pulled out a fresh one, folding it with his jade-like fingers, his thin lips curving into an attractive smile, "You have a little something here."
Following Bai Su’s guidance, she glanced down at her collarbone. Before coming to the hospital, she had unbuttoned her shirt for comfort, and when He Songzhi cried, it had become even more undone. Her left side, smooth as condensed cream, was exposed, the deep-set collarbone inviting exploration.
Bai Su answered with assertive conviction, "If you can’t see it, it’s a problem of perspective. Wait, let me wipe it for you."
With that, he stood and sat next to Rong Zhi, lowering his gaze, leaning close to her, his warm and enticing breath caressing the bare skin, lifting his hand, using the napkin folded into a flower to gently wipe her beautiful and defined collarbone.
She slapped away the hand causing mischief.
Bai Su clicked his tongue lightly, withdrawing his hand, the napkin merely crumpled, failing to pick up anything.
Unsuccessful in taking advantage.
Rong Zhi looked at him expressionlessly, "Go back."
No wonder the waiter had mentioned there was a double seat available, in hindsight, he was waiting for her here.
If she wasn’t feeling under the weather today, how could she let him have his way.
Slowly buttoning her shirt, that cold white glimpse was instantly concealed under navy fabric.
Bai Su’s gaze paused, filled with regret.
Under Rong Zhi’s subtly warning glare, he could only sit back somewhat aggrievedly, and after a while as she finished eating, he slightly lowered his gaze, speaking quite seriously, "Zai Zai, have you noticed anything off about Aunt He lately?"
Rong Zhi immediately opened her slightly drowsy eyes post-meal, scanning Bai Su inquisitively, "Hmm?"
Bai Su tapped his temple with his long finger, furrowing his brow, "Here, you understand better than me, you must have felt it."
Rong Zhi pursed her lips.
He Songzhi’s current condition was likely caused by nerve damage leading to extreme emotional fluctuations, abnormal physical behavior, and psychological issues.
Pressing her brow, Rong Zhi felt a headache.
She was adept at treating illnesses, but not psychological problems.
Moreover, why could Bai Su perceive things that the hospital couldn’t?
A thought subtly emerged in her heart.
Still needing verification, she’d wait until confirming before saying more.
"And that night," Bai Su casually tapped the table, the crisp sound pulling the girl’s thoughts back, his peach blossom eyes fleetingly flashed with cold intensity before quickly suppressing it, reverting to his usual laid-back manner, "someone paid them to come and kidnap you."
Rong Zhi narrowed her eyes slightly.
She hadn’t seen anyone dare such things toward her in quite a while.
Nodding, she sincerely said, "Thank you."
Bai Su chuckled lightly, slightly curving the corners of his lips, "Saying thanks is too formal, if Little Brother truly wants to express gratitude, why not take some real action, like agreeing to be my girlfriend?"
Rong Zhi’s expression remained clear and cold, her fox-like eyes indifferent, "You might as well dream."
"Is Little Brother in the dream?" Bai Su actually pondered this seriously, his deep and pleasant voice akin to feathers teasing one’s heart, restraining his words, "I’m always welcoming Little Brother’s entrance, including here."
He brought together his index and middle finger, pointing at the left side of his chest.
Rong Zhi’s gaze involuntarily followed his gesture.
After a pause of a second, she calmly and indifferently stood up without looking at Bai Su, merely moving forward, "Let’s go."