Gu Jiaojiao glanced sideways at the man and said with a helpless sigh, "I meant well. I was just afraid you were hungry, so I suggested we eat out."
"Jiaojiao, are you hungry? If you're hungry, then we'll go to a restaurant. I'm really not."
Su Shuochi's voice was low and melodious, like a beautiful chord, and utterly captivating.
"I always thought eating out was better because more people make for a lively atmosphere. But now that you've said that, I think eating at home sounds better, too."
"What kind of atmosphere do you get with a crowd? The most romantic thing is just the two of us eating together."
"Oh, my. The sun must be rising in the west. Since when does a completely clueless guy like you know anything about romance?"
"I honestly don't know what romance is, heh heh. I just want to be alone with my wife. I really don't like crowded places."
"Why's that?" Gu Jiaojiao asked, confused.
