"This restaurant has an appointment system. There's no room for us if we go out," Malcolm retorted lightly.
Tiffany put down her bag, sat in a chair and crossed her legs. "Then let's eat here."
Malcolm accidentally caught a glimpse of her long legs and blushed slightly. He looked away and poured Tiffany a cup of hot coffee. "You still like watermelon juice, right? I've already ordered some for you."
She took the hot coffee and tasted it. It tasted good. She nodded with satisfaction and asked, "Did you have a good time abroad for the past few years?"
"No, I have had a hard time."
Malcolm smiled, his eyes filled with the starry sky and the sea, as well as the emotions Tiffany could understand.
But she couldn't respond.
"I... I'm going to the bathroom!" Tiffany escaped from the private
