The man spoke as if it were a given, just like saying the weather was nice today!
The woman didn't know when she got Italian sauce on her lips, and Lu Jingchen noticed it from the corner of his eye. He naturally pulled over some tissues, leaning slightly to help her wipe the sauce from her lips. It was good that the table was rectangular; the distance across wasn't too far, and he could reach her with just a slight rise!
Song Qiao had decided to replace this table since she saw it yesterday morning; after all, dining at this table might not be better than those Chinese round tables!
For instance, if they occasionally had hotpot at home, it would be awkward with everyone sitting around this kind of long table.
Song Qiao stared blankly at the man wiping sauce from her lips, feeling a jolt like electricity. She just thought about moving her head back to avoid his touch, when the noble man already softly opened his lips and stopped her!
