The Eighth Game: Wilderness Hunting Ground 22

After the door closed, Wen Nannan sat down and picked up her chopsticks, eating with gusto. She had been hungry for a long time, and her cheeks were puffed out with food, a stark contrast to the elegant black dress she was wearing.

Lu Huai across from her remained composed and unhurried, his demeanor calm and collected. His newly buttoned-up shirt looked very restrained and ascetic.

This is someone who, even while sitting in a rundown house eating compressed biscuits, cannot hide his cool and noble demeanor.

In the past, she would have openly stared a bit longer, but after the last game, she was somewhat afraid to look directly. Whenever they were alone, she always felt a bit ill at ease.

With some time still remaining before the 8:30 PM meeting, and since it would be impossible to familiarize themselves with such a large cruise ship quickly, they decided to rest and did not go out again.