It was the first time Jiang Xinghai and Feng Lulu had stayed in a room with such an atmosphere, and they were both intrigued by it all.
The room's soft lighting illuminated the meticulously arranged corners.
Pots of blooming flowers gave off a faint, intoxicating fragrance.
The oil paintings on the walls were passionate and vivid.
Rhythmic music drifted from the corners of the room, as soft and captivating as silk, drawing them in.
While they were admiring their surroundings, a waiter delivered their dinner.
Feng Lulu had also carefully selected tonight's dinner.
It featured both the refinement of Chinese delicacies and the luxury of Western cuisine.
And now, having finally arrived in this room, it felt as if they had stepped right into a painting.
"Let's... eat first," Feng Lulu said softly.
Jiang Xinghai nodded, pulled out a chair for Feng Lulu, and then sat down opposite her.
Feng Lulu smiled faintly. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
