"It looks... a bit like asphalt in texture," Wang Xiyi commented.
Sun Hang glanced at Yan Yu'an, who was following behind, and jokingly said, "Mr. Yan, would you like a cup?"
Yan Yu'an silently looked at Sun Hang without speaking.
Even though the visor of her armor covered her entire face, Sun Hang could still more or less guess her expression at that moment.
Sun Hang didn't press the button, and the coffee machine didn't stop. The black viscous liquid seemed endless, quickly overflowing the rim of the cup and spilling onto the table.
But the table was also black, so if the scene was paused, it looked as if there was just an uneven layer of paint on the tabletop.
Sun Hang reached for the coffee cup, only to find that the cup had already fused with the base of the coffee machine, becoming one with it.
"Is this coffee or superglue?" Sun Hang muttered.
