Her face always carries a sweet smile, like a mask, worn on her face and never taken off.
Mark Reed didn't see the true emotions beneath her smile and was captivated by her sweet demeanor, looking at the woman before him with satisfaction. Even watching her eat was a beautiful sight.
The clothes she wore today suited her well. The watermelon-red knit sweater complemented her supple skin, tempting the urge to take a bite. As this thought arose, he felt a warm rush from his lower abdomen.
Mark suppressed the surge of passion and asked with a smile, "Do you remember the first time we ate here?"
"I remember." She lifted her head and replied. The moments spent with him were repeatedly revisited in her lonely four years, every meeting with him a treasured memory.
"You repaid me two hundred yuan."
