He Hasn’t Left Yet. I Think It’s a Touareg.

Finally, Cheng Dongge released Qi Chengyue and her feet landed on the ground, but he was still hugging her, refusing to let go. It was almost like he had never hugged a woman in his life before.

"You haven't had dinner, have you?" Cheng Dongge pictured a timeline in his mind—Qi Chengyue arrived only a little earlier than him. Although he had to take a detour to kick out Huang Ziyue, it did not cause much of a delay. He had not had dinner, so he deduced that she had not either.

"No. When I was waiting for you downstairs, I was so angry that my stomach started to hurt, and I lost my appetite." Qi Chengyue glared at him.

Cheng Dongge was delighted to see her acting cute with him. He kissed her on her dimple and said, "I haven't had dinner either. I'll whip something up for you. What would you like to eat?"