The American kill line? I, a demon hunter, don't eat beef.

Zhou Feng waved to her, and after she approached, he asked her softly.

"What should we eat tonight? To be honest, I've been in Los Angeles for so long, but I rarely come to downtown. I spend most of my time in Skid Row."

"I'll have to think about it carefully. This is our first date, and I can't afford to have any bad memories."

Grace rubbed her slightly flushed cheeks and said without hesitation, "I know a famous restaurant nearby called Soulmate. The ambiance and food are both very good. I just don't know, Feng, what do you like to eat?"

Zhou Feng chuckled. Just from the name of the restaurant, he knew it was a place for young couples. He and she had only met twice. Did she really want to take her to a restaurant like this?

Looking down, Zhou Feng saw Grace looking at him expectantly, and he gave in and smiled.

"Okay, let's go there."

And so the two walked through the bustling streets of Los Angeles.

What troubled Zhou Feng was...

Grace seems to know she's cute and has a perfect figure.

Despite the wide sidewalk, she insisted on pressing herself tightly against him, her proud and perky breasts always brushing against his arm, through a thin layer of fabric.

Zhou Feng didn't even need to look; he could tell from touch that she probably didn't have any inside...

And whenever he couldn't stand it anymore and turned to signal to her with his eyes, Grace would blink her crystal-blue eyes and stare blankly at him, like a three-year-old child who didn't understand anything.

Zhou Feng: ...

Fine, I'll accept any benefits you offer.

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After enduring an agonizing twenty-odd minutes, the two finally arrived at their destination.

Unlike the cheap and run-down restaurants in Skid Row, Soulmate is much more upscale and lively.

It is located near the Santa Monica pier, facing the beach. If you sit on the outside by the sea, you can hear the waves gently lapping against the shore.

The restaurant's overall atmosphere is gentle and tranquil, with an English song, "My Moon," playing from a speaker in the corner.

Stars sparkle at night.

But your eyes are my only light.

Hold my hand as we cross together.

Get to the other side of the river.

My moon (You are my moon)

My favorite toon

Zhou Feng and Grace walked in side by side through the glass door. Inside, there were many couples, including Black, White, and Latino people.

But the restaurant was quiet; their attention was focused on their partners, immersed in the sweet and romantic atmosphere.

The two found a seat and began looking through the menu.

"Feng, take a look and see if there's anything you like. This restaurant makes really good steaks and salmon, but you're Asian, so you'd probably prefer Chinese food. You can ask them to make that for you."

Grace handed him the menu, then rested her chin on her hand and looked at him with a smile.

Zhou Feng glanced through the menu casually. He wasn't picky about food, so he ordered a steak and a seafood pasta dish before returning the menu.

The waitress was a foreign woman. After Grace took her order, she also ordered a bottle of chilled red wine.

Zhou Feng asked in surprise, "You like to drink?"

Grace gave him a strange look, but still shook her head slightly.

"I don't drink often. My profession requires me to keep my mind clear at all times. Apart from dining with professors, I hardly participate in any social activities."

Then, with some curiosity, she asked, "Feng, which country are you from?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Feng smiled mysteriously and said, "Guess."

Grace pouted her red lips, and seeing that Zhou Feng wouldn't tell her, she thought for a moment and said, "I think it's Chinese."

"Bingo! That's strange, how come you guessed it right away?"

"It's very simple. There are very few people with such a high level of skill in Japan. People from South Korea and other countries don't have this kind of lazy and relaxed temperament. Moreover, he has a strong sense of justice, which is very fascinating. So I was able to guess it right away."

The girl's almost blunt words made Zhou Feng blush.

"Ahem, keep it low-key, I'm not as good as you say~"

Grace found Zhou Feng's expression amusing and chuckled softly.

With this topic in mind, the atmosphere between the two became incredibly harmonious.

Soon, the dishes they ordered were served, filling the entire table, and the red wine was placed in a bucket of ice in the center of the table.

The steak is glossy and evenly coated with a sweet and savory sauce. The seafood pasta is served in a tin bowl, topped with a few shrimp and plenty of cheese. The salmon, pan-fried until golden brown on both sides, also exudes an enticing aroma, making your mouth water.

Zhou Feng thought that since other girls were being so proactive, he, as a gentleman, couldn't be too clueless.

So he borrowed a corkscrew from the waiter and poured a glass of red wine for each of them.

He raised his glass to Grace and bowed slightly.

He spoke in a gentle yet polite voice.

Here's to a great time together!

Grace smiled and raised her glass, her red lips slightly parted.

Cheers to this nice night!

After drinking the red wine, Grace seemed to open up. She elegantly took a piece of steak with her knife and fork and suddenly asked a question.

"Feng, do you have a girl you like?"

Zhou Feng replied without hesitation, "Yes."

Upon hearing this, Grace paused in her actions, then abruptly looked up at Zhou Feng, her previously smiling face now filled with utter disappointment.

She asked, unwilling to give up.

"Who is she? Can I see what she looks like?"

Zhou Feng chuckled: "My mom, but the photos aren't on this phone."

When Grace heard this, she could no longer fail to understand that Zhou Feng was clearly playing a trick on her!

Her face immediately turned as red as an apple.

Zhou Feng even felt that he could see wisps of smoke rising from her head.

Zhou Feng suppressed a laugh. It was the girls from overseas who hadn't been brainwashed by Xiaohongshu that were so cute; a little teasing was enough to make them blush.

Grace frowned and gritted her teeth.

"Feng, you're so cunning!"

"That's called outsmarting him, baby."

Zhou Feng's smile widened.

Grace didn't refute these words, but silently filled their glasses.

The two drank and chatted, talking about everything from their life ideals to all sorts of other topics.

From their hobbies to marriage and having children, they got to know each other little by little, like they were digging for treasure, discovering each other's strengths.

The atmosphere surrounding Shi Yi gradually intensified.

Grace's face grew redder and redder as she drank.

"Feng, how come you...drink so much and aren't drunk?"

Zhou Feng: "It might be due to my natural constitution."

Grace rested her chin on her hand, her eyes seemingly filled with endless tenderness, her red lips alluring.

"Are all the students at Tokyo University this capable?"

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