"Speak," said Mu Lin calmly, as the waiter left.
However, Mi Zheng merely chuckled, "No rush. We have the whole afternoon." If he were to reveal anything so soon, they wouldn't be able to enjoy their meal. He preferred a leisurely conversation after they'd finished eating.
Mu Lin's lips twitched slightly, her usual gentle smile practically non-existent whenever she was with him.
The wine was soon served. Stopping the waiter, Mi Zheng gentlemanly poured a glass for Mu Lin, swirled it a bit, then took a sip. "Not bad," he commented nonchalantly, then offered her a sip. He loved the flavor of red wine.
Mu Lin: "I don't drink."
Mi Zheng chuckles, "Indeed, I'd almost forgotten." Last night, she hadn't touched her glass of red wine at all. He didn't believe her refusal was due to an inability to drink; rather, she probably just didn't want to drink with him.
It didn't bother him.