"Do you like it?"
Inside the car, the man's deep and seductive voice sounded in her ear. Fu Nian replied exasperatedly, "It's just okay..."
"Hmm?"
Jing Luo raised an eyebrow, then reached out his large hand and took the half-finished milk tea from Fu Nian's hand and drank most of it...
Fu Nian: "..."
Fu Nian's heart was bleeding.
Absolutely bleeding.
Seeing the man drink so much from her milk tea cup, Fu Nian quickly snatched it back from him.
"Jing Luo... what are you doing? Who grabs things from others to drink?"
"You said it tasted just okay..."
Fu Nian: "..."
"You don't mind... aren't you a germaphobe? I've already drunk from this cup."
"It's not like I haven't tasted your saliva before... you decide."
Fu Nian: "..."
Listening to the man's straightforward words, Fu Nian's face flushed red again.
What does he mean by tasting saliva before.
Fu Nian awkwardly avoided his gaze and said, "Enough."
