After selecting food and juice, the two made their way to a long sofa in the resting area.
Jiutiao Meijie perched with her legs crossed, arms folded, her bored gaze drifting towards the bustling dance floor filled with gowns.
Sitting beside her, Dubian Che also observed the incredibly luxurious yet boring scene, while taking on the duties of holding the plate and feeding her.
"No wonder Rose gave up the aristocratic life."
"Who's Rose?" Jiutiao Meijie shifted her gaze to Dubian Che.
"The female protagonist from 'Titanic.'"
Jiutiao Meijie turned her eyes back to the dance floor, "What do you mean by 'giving up the aristocratic life'?"
"I mean," Dubian Che said, cutting into a piece of cake that could be eaten without opening the mouth too wide and bringing it near her lips.
Jiutiao Meijie interrupted him, "I want something with fruits."
Dubian Che reluctantly ate the creamy cake that would surely add to his waistline, then cut her a piece that had a bit of kiwi.
