The Sweetest Medicine

Fang Zhihan looked at her silently. He stretched out his hand and brushed her messy hair back. As he retrieved his hand, he tapped his finger against the tip of her nose.

Yu Gangan stepped back subconsciously, avoiding his actions.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Fang Zhihan narrowed his eyes as he stretched his long slender arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his embrace. He then opened the car door and nudged her inside.

After she put on her seatbelt, Yu Gangan asked, “Where are we going?”

“Eating,” Fang Zhihan replied.

“Just the two of us?”

“Who else would I call?”

“Jia Yu or Lu Xuechen.”

“No.”

“It’s more lively with more people.” Dinner tasted better with more people.

Fang Zhihan turned and looked at her. His dark eyes were deep like the ocean, “I just want to be with you.”

When Yu Gangan heard this, she felt a rush of heat in her head.

If he wanted to eat together, he could have just said it, why did he word his sentences that way and make it sound so ambiguous?

Fang Zhihan’s car stopped in front of the Dynasty Building. A famous home-cooked restaurant sat on the top floor of the building; an exquisite and elegant place for VIPs.

The waiter led them to a quiet private room with rich and luxurious decorations that provided a rotating 360 degrees view of the city.

Next to them was a floor-to-ceiling window. As Yu Gangan looked out, it felt like she was dangling in the air.

So, she subconsciously retreated inside a little.

Fang Zhihan had a faint smile as he grabbed the menu and asked, “What do you like to eat?”

“Anything, I can eat anything,” Yu Gangan replied.

“What about a ‘Guanyin’s Lotus’?” Fang Zhihan asked.

Yu Gangan glanced at the ingredients. The dish was made from Chinese cabbage, shrimp, and fish. She nodded her head, “Yes, I’d like that.”

She had never eaten it before, but she liked the ingredients and expected it to taste quite good.

“How about ‘Fanning Peacock’?”

“Yes, I like that too.” This dish was made by arranging the head and tail of a Wuchang fish into the shape of a fanning peacock and steaming it. She loved eating fish.

“‘Pearl Tofu’?”

“Yes.” The image alone made her salivate.

“‘Begonia Crisps’?”

“Yes, I like.”

“Me?”

“Yes…”

Yu Gangan answered subconsciously. But when she realized the question, she looked at Fang Zhihan in surprise.

The man’s eyes deepened as the corner of his lips curved slightly with amusement.

Yu Gangan’s face turned red, her heart thumping clumsily like a stumbling fawn. “Y-You…you’re taking advantage of me again,” she said with frustration.

“You call this taking advantage?” Fang Zhihan asked innocently.

“What else would you call it?” Yu Gangan stuttered angrily.

At that moment, Fang Zhihan suddenly stood up from opposite Yu Gangan and went to sit next to her.

He then stretched out his arm, wrapped it around Yu Gangan’s waist and pulled her into his embrace.

Yu Gangan was shocked. She subconsciously tried to break free as she pressed against his shoulders, “What are you doing…?”

Against her waist, the man’s hands were hot and they felt like they were emitting electricity through her body.

“What am I doing? I’m teaching you what truly taking advantage is like,” as soon as he said this, Fang Zhihan placed a kiss on her.

Although he didn’t kiss her lips, just her cheek, it was enough to make Yu Gangan blush.

But, just as she was about to complain, there was a knock on the door. Yu Gangan quickly pushed Fang Zhihan away and moved to the side.

As she leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, she suddenly felt like she was about to fall.

Yu Gangan took a glance and felt her legs tremble and palms sweat, so she quickly retreated and leaned back against Fang Zhihan again.

With a push, she said, “Go back to your side.”