Prince charming, your persona has collapsed!-Chapter 442 - 218: The Sick Qu Jing

Qu Jing was indeed seductive in her outfit, whether it was her beautiful legs wrapped in flesh-toned stockings or the low-cut top that partially revealed her chest, but most importantly, her eyes never left Zhou Yuwen. That desirous look was so intense that even Zhou Yuwen felt defeated when he met her gaze.

Her silk-stockinged legs were constantly twisting and turning on the passenger side.

Zhou Yuwen, still maintaining a calm demeanor, started the car and tried to lighten the mood with a smile, "Aren't you cold dressed like that?"

The weather was such that very few people were still showing their legs, even with stockings, one would definitely feel cold. Qu Jing lowered her head, her voice carried a coy undertone, an involuntary coyness, much like a female cat in heat often calling to a tomcat on the rooftops at night, ingrained in her genetics. Her voice was soft and frail, "I was afraid, afraid you might be in a hurry waiting for me, and forgot to change clothes."

Her voice was truly intoxicating.

This naughty girl, in every way, seems to be begging to be ravaged!

Thus, the wild side in Zhou Yuwen was stirred up by Qu Jing. Without restraint, Zhou Yuwen kept one hand on the steering wheel and naturally placed his other hand on Qu Jing's silk-stockinged leg.

Smooth.

Silk-stockinged legs are really smooth, with a velvety texture that is also somewhat cool to the touch.

Zhou Yuwen, the seemingly gentle rogue, kept his eyes earnestly on the road ahead, but his hands firmly squeezed Qu Jing's legs twice, "No need to rush. You see, you're dressed too scantily, it's very cold."

While saying this, Zhou Yuwen rubbed her legs to warm her up for a while.

"..."

At that moment, Qu Jing was deeply moved. She actively leaned her beautiful legs closer to Zhou Yuwen, allowing him to caress her. She let out a soft moan from her nose.

Then she said, "Your hands feel so warm."

"Oh, is that so?" Zhou Yuwen hadn't expected Qu Jing to respond that way and chuckled.

He drove Qu Jing to a steakhouse outside the college town. The steakhouse was of decent quality, and the cost for two people was around four or five thousand yuan, which was beyond the reach of ordinary people and catered mainly to the cream of the crop among young white-collar workers. The atmosphere was perfect, not only with waiters dressed in suits but also with waitresses maintaining pleasant smiles and an old white man with a beard playing the violin.

The entrance to the restaurant was quite unassuming; from the outside, it resembled something like a private club. After parking the car, they took the elevator to the third floor.

As soon as they exited the elevator, a waiter in a suit approached to inquire, "Good evening, do you have a reservation?"

Zhou Yuwen said, "No, I want to apply for a membership card, and then reserve a table by the window for me."

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Coming straight up and asking to apply for a card indicated that he must be a big spender. Even without a reservation, the waiter quickly realized they needed to make arrangements and nodded, saying "Certainly."

He then led Zhou Yuwen and Qu Jing into the restaurant.

It wasn't a weekend, so the place wasn't crowded. The restaurant was nearly empty, with small tables and leather chairs giving it a touch of European medieval charm.

Even as a junior in college, Qu Jing probably had never been to such a place.

In the past few years, the boys who pursued Qu Jing would at most take her to a hotpot restaurant like Haidilao. No student would bring her here, just standing next to the foreigners made the girls feel intrigued.

The waiter led Zhou Yuwen and Qu Jing to a table by the window. Qu Jing followed close behind Zhou Yuwen, feeling somewhat nervous. Initially, when Zhou Yuwen had said he would take Qu Jing out for dinner, Qu Jing had been full of anticipation.

Following Zhou Yuwen, they suddenly arrived at a nondescript commercial building and took the elevator.

From the outside, it didn't look at all like a restaurant. Qu Jing began to let her imagination run wild, wondering if Zhou Yuwen might be taking her to some secret lair filled with whips and handcuffs.

Thinking this way, Qu Jing started to feel a bit excited.

But when they entered the restaurant, she realized it was indeed a Western-style restaurant with meticulous decor. Qu Jing looked around curiously, and when she saw the waiters in their uniforms, the foreigners even smiled at her.

It was Qu Jing's first time in such a place, and she found it quite novel for a moment.

Zhou Yuwen snapped his fingers at her.

Qu Jing came back to her senses but saw that Zhou Yuwen had already pulled out a chair, smiling, "What are you looking at? Come, sit here."

"Oh, oh!" Qu Jing was pleasantly shocked. She couldn't understand why Zhou Yuwen was suddenly so nice to her.

After they sat down, the waiter brought over a menu. The menu was all in English, which made Qu Jing stare with confusion. It wasn't that she couldn't understand English, but the dishes listed were so peculiar – names with "love," "snow," "river," etc.

Who ever saw a menu like that?

While Qu Jing was frowning and trying to comprehend, Zhou Yuwen casually ordered a song called "Ode to Love."

Alright, the first "menu" wasn't a menu; it was a song list.

In this restaurant, consuming a certain amount of money would get you a complimentary song.

After Zhou Yuwen ordered a song, the waiter smiled and said sure, then brought out another menu.

Zhou Yuwen ordered adeptly, choosing some steaks and salads, as well as beverages, and asked Qu Jing if she had any dietary restrictions.

Qu Jing really didn't know how to order and awkwardly said anything was fine.

Zhou Yuwen said, "Alright then, we'll go with what I ordered."