After enjoying a romantic candlelit dinner in the restaurant, Ning Fan and Huo Qiuran chatted happily and lingered there for about half an hour before leaving the restaurant under everyone's watchful eyes.
After dropping Huo Qiuran off at home, Ning Fan didn't leave, as she asked him to stay.
Hugging Ning Fan from behind, Huo Qiuran's cheeks were flushed. She had had quite a bit to drink tonight, and her eyes already held a hint of drunken haze.
"Can you stay tonight?"
"Of course."
Ning Fan did not refuse. How could he possibly leave Huo Qiuran at this moment? After all, he wasn't some cold-hearted, unsympathetic person.
The clock was now pointing at ten, and it was getting late.
"I heard that Zhanyun, that kid, ran over to your place. Did he cause you any trouble?"
Snuggled up on the living room sofa in Ning Fan's arms, Huo Qiuran suddenly brought up Huo Zhanyuan, looking a bit embarrassed.
