Lu Jingchen saw Song Qiao put down her chopsticks with satisfaction and handed her the juice and napkin that had just been served by the waiter, "Have some juice."
Song Qiao took them, wiped her mouth with the napkin, then held the cup and took a sip of juice, smiling gently at Lu Jingchen to express her thanks, "Thank you!"
Gu Xicheng, sitting across, after this meal, wholly put his mind at ease concerning Song Qiao and could not help but start to like this easy-going and good-tempered girl. Throughout the meal, he returned to his true self and started teasing Lu Jingchen, "Jingchen, why did you only order drinks for Qiaoqiao? What about ours?"
It's so biased, really too biased. Lu Jingchen had never been so detailed and attentive to anyone before.
Lu Jingchen glanced at him indifferently, "You have a mouth, just ask for it yourself. Because Qiaoqiao is my wife, you're not."
Gu Xicheng, "..." Bias, truly biased, shameless, really too shameless.
