Leonardo's kiss went down the corner of her lips. When he reached her neck, Summer stopped him and said, "Dinner."

"I can eat something else first." Leonardo's voice was hoarse as he lowered his head to kiss her hands.

Again and again, he kissed her hands, patiently and affectionately, as if he would never stop until she moved her hands away.

Summer's face turned hot, but she did not allow Leonardo to go on.

She reached out and pushed Leonardo's head away, "Either eat dinner or go home and eat yourself."

Leonardo's throat slid with difficulty. He buried his head in her shoulder socket and seriously discussed with her, "What if I eat just a little?"

Summer didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How come he discussed such a thing with her like this?

The result was, of course, that Summer did not agree.

The two of them briefly tidied up and sat down at the dining table to eat.

This house was a single apartment with one bedroom and one living room, so the dining room was near the living room.

The dining table wass very small.

Summer did not accommodate herself to Leonardo. Instead, she cooked two simple home-cooked dishes as usual.

She had a poor appetite, so she didn't eat much. But Leonardo ate a lot.

He ate so much and so quickly, but not in a wolfing, rude way but very easy on the eye.

Glamor was something that one can only imagine but never describe.

Even though she knew that this man was irritable, she couldn't ignore his glamor.

When she was full, she leaned lazily against the chair and watched him eating.

It had been a long time since the two of them had sat peacefully together for dinner.

Upon closer inspection, she discovered that Leonardo was a little off-color and thinner than the last time she saw him.

Looking at him, she asked subconsciously, "Do you eat on time every day?"

As soon as her words came out, Summer pursed her lips awkwardly and said, "I just..."

Leonardo raised his eyes to look at her, his pair of pitch-black eyes shining brightly with undisguised joy.

Summer could not continue her words.

Was her caring about him gave him so much joy?

"I ate on Time, but the food outside isn't as delicious as you cooked." Leonardo wasn't good at rhetoric, but what he said seriously sounded like sweet words.

Summer lowered her eyes and said, "Now that you finish eating, just leave."

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