Xu Moyan was kind of dazed now, and she could not even think about saying no. All of her attention was focused on her wrists, where the heat lingered on and affected her every thought.
No matter what Wei Zilin said right now, she would just agree.
"Okay," she said obediently, and then she picked up the dish of ribs, walking out of the kitchen behind Wei Zilin.
Wei Zilin put down the rice and went back to bring out the soup. Although the two of them did not say anything, and although Xu Moyan was still shaken, the two of them were still exceptionally in sync.
Xu Moyan sat down and was about to take some of the vegetables when she saw Wei Zilin take out his phone, taking pictures of all the dishes on the table. He just happened to include Xu Moyan's chopsticks in the picture too, as well as one of Xu Moyan's fingertips pressed against the chopsticks.
