Nangong Huang no longer wore the same dress as before.

Luo Qiao didn't know that he had been unconscious for such a long time, long enough for Nangong Huang to calmly change his clothes and return to her.

He is now wearing a white casual shirt with a slightly open collar and a silver chain hanging around his neck. His collarbone and strong chest are vaguely visible.

His hair was swaying unruly on the side of his head.

The candlelight illuminated his face extremely brightly, and he seemed to be sitting in a sea of ​​light and shadow.

Later, a long time later, when Luo Qiao recalled the scene that night, she could only use one word to describe it: cry.

It was so beautiful that I cried.

"Luo Qiao, do you know why I invited you here for dinner tonight?" Nangong Huang said with a smile.

His smile shines brighter than candlelight.

Luo Qiao looked at him blankly, knowing what she should answer.

In such a romantic scene, she should say something suitable for the occasion. For example, you look like a noble prince tonight. Is the prince planning to woo his princess?

But what she said was: "Have you booked this restaurant tonight?"

Her voice was as stunned as hers.

The smile on Nangong Huang's face stagnated slightly, and then he replied: "Yes."

He picked up the glass of red wine in front of him and turned it slowly. The bright red liquid was like flowing red agate lying in the crystal, beautiful and eye-catching.

Luo Qiao looked at Nangong Huang's twirling fingers, and the crystal-like cup shone with a vague light on his fingertips.

Her eyes were also blurry.

"Luo Qiao." Nangong Huang called softly.

"Huh?" Luo Qiao looked up at him.

Nangong Huang's face also had a blurry light, which was not very realistic.

Is she drunk tonight? But she didn't even drink a sip of wine.

Nangong Huang stopped spinning the cup, looked into Luo Qiao's eyes and said, "I invited you here tonight on an impromptu basis, so the arrangements are hasty. Don't mind."

"No, it's been well arranged." Luo Qiao looked at the candlelight around him, and his eyes fell back on Nangong Huang, "Nangong Huang, I remember you don't have this shirt in your wardrobe. When did you buy it?

You don’t mind it? Did you buy several more colors at once?”

Nangong Huang suddenly put down his cup, turned his head, and couldn't help laughing.

"Lojo, you are so good at ruining the atmosphere."

Originally, he wanted to have a romantic confession with her. But when she said it, it seemed like they were an old couple. How could they be romantic?

Luo Qiao secretly cried out, she actually understood Nangong Huang's meaning very well and knew what she should do. She also didn't know why things turned out like this.

Maybe they are too familiar with each other.

Luo Qiao sat up straight, placed his arms neatly on the dining table, and said seriously: "I'm sorry, let's start over. You continue, and I promise to cooperate and not mess up again."

Nangong Huang looked at her with a strange expression, looked at her for a while, and suddenly burst into laughter.

His laughter was not actually loud, but because the restaurant was too quiet, his laughter echoed throughout the restaurant.

Standing at the door of the restaurant and beside the service desk, the receptionist and waiter who were far away from them both looked at this in surprise.

Luo Qiao was unhappy and took a sip of wine to cover up his embarrassment.

Who is ruining the atmosphere? Humph!

Nangong Huang finally stopped laughing and rubbed his face.
Chapter completed!