"Where to?"
As soon as Kemi’s voice fell, Jason imdiately asked.
It was entirely instinctive.
Originating from Jason’s... stomach.
And from Jason’s soul.
Therefore, faced with such an invitation, Jason would definitely not refuse.
He walked back, tossed the pillow and blanket he was holding onto the couch, and then looked down at Kemi.
"I know a good 24-hour restaurant."
Kemi, under Jason’s gaze, felt a flutter in her heart, and almost subconsciously, she spoke.
Then, she noticed that Jason had already started striding out the door before she had even finished speaking.
"Hurry up."
Jason, reaching the door and seeing that Kemi had not followed, called out to hurry her.
"Oh, oh, coming, coming."
Kemi responded absentmindedly.
It wasn’t until the two of them had left the apartnt that Kemi ca back to her senses.
Was that it?
Everything’s okay now?
Resolved with just a al?
Was Jason too easygoing?
Or was he just cold on the outside but warm on the inside?
Could it be… he likes ?
As she thought about it, Kemi raised her head and sneakily glanced at Jason.
Under the streetlight, Jason’s tall, strong figure almost completely enveloped Kemi, but she didn’t feel the slightest bit of aversion. On the contrary, deep inside she felt a sense of security she had never known before.
When she was in despair, it was this tall figure who had slashed through the iron locks with a single stroke and rescued her.
She rembered clearly how the sparks had danced as the blade t the lock.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say sothing to Jason.
But in the end, she closed it.
She realized she didn’t understand Jason.
And he was different from the other guys she had interacted with before.
Those boys would indulge her, accommodate her, flatter her.
But not Jason.
Jason faced her with an attitude of equality.
This feeling was so novel!
It gave her a strange thrill and... joy!
Yes!
Joy tinged with delight!
It was all so fresh for Kemi, experiencing feelings she had never had, and so she quickened her pace.
Jason?
He wasn’t paying attention to what Kemi was thinking at his side; instead, he was guessing what midnight snacks the restaurant might have.
About 500 ters later, Kemi stopped walking.
In front stood a restaurant with no sign—Jason determined it was a restaurant by the sll.
The exterior?
The understated décor could easily make anyone think it was a design firm instead of a restaurant, with its gray brick walls and lighting.
"Case Restaurant, this is one of the 24-hour restaurants I know of."
"Their flavors are quite good."
"More importantly, their ice cream is excellent."
As a regular, Kemi introduced the place.
Ice cream?
Jason nodded to show he rembered, planning to start with thirty portions.
"Co on!"
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"I’m paying!"
"Don’t be shy!"
Kemi said as she pushed the door open and entered, with Jason following behind, surveying the restaurant’s layout subconsciously.
Different from the indecipherable understatent of the exterior, the inside of the restaurant was normal, with conventional restaurant seating—long tables and stools, with nothing noteworthy except for a stage on one side, obviously intended for large groups of patrons. Ř𝘈Nȯ𐌱ЁS
Being only two, Jason and Kemi naturally chose a corner of the restaurant.
After sitting down, Jason’s gaze traveled to another corner of the restaurant.
There sat another two people.
Like him and Kemi, a man and a woman.
The man sat with his back to them, his face unclear, his voice deep; the woman appeared very young, even younger than Kemi, with a hint of panic on her face.
"I shouldn’t have run away."
"They’ll kill us!"
"We’re done for!"
The girl murmured in a low voice, her tone laced with sobs.
"Shh!"
"Don’t worry."
"Telly, I promise you, we are safe—at least here."
The man was comforting her.
Jason wasn’t deliberately eavesdropping; it was his heightened senses that made him unintentionally overhear the conversation of the two.
"What’s up?"
"Jason, can you hear their conversation?"
Kemi turned her head to look at the two who were several ters away, her eyes wide with surprise as she turned to Jason.
"I can’t."
Jason responded as such, and then his gaze shifted to the approaching waiter.
"Good evening, the two of you."
"Don’t worry, I assure you, there won’t be any problems there."
Apparently noticing that both Jason’s and Kemi’s attention was on the distant couple, the waiter quickly explained, then handed Kemi the nu.
"Glad to see you back."
"What would you like?"
The waiter inquired.
"It’s on , you choose."
Kemi passed the nu to Jason.
Without hesitation, Jason opened the nu and after carefully looking through it, he pointed to the drinks section on the last page and said:
"This one, this one, and this one."
"Just these?"
The waiter swiftly took note of the alcoholic drinks Jason was pointing at.
Although it was uncommon for guests to order alcohol directly, it was not unheard of.
So people liked to do it backwards, ordering so drinks first, and then so snacks to go with the alcohol.
"Aren’t you going to eat anything?"
"I’m paying, don’t hold back."
Kemi saw the drinks Jason ordered, clearly misunderstanding sothing.
Such a gentle person.
To think he’s concerned that, as a student, I don’t have much inco, so he ordered these cheaper drinks!
After we drink, he’ll definitely use the excuse ’You treated , now let treat you’ to order again.
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