Then, he looked at that bowl of tea, took a sip, and deliberately shook his head, saying, "Too hot."
"Hot? No way." Jian Anning was a bit puzzled. She had purposely poured it out to cool. Yu Zexiao frowned, "You don't believe me? Then taste it."
With that, he handed his cup to Jian Anning.
Jian Anning froze for a moment, then took the cup and tasted it, asking in confusion, "No, it's not."
Not only is it not hot, but it's a bit cool.
Seeing that she had already tasted it, Yu Zexiao said nothing more, picked it up, and deliberately drank from where she had sipped, "Mm, this way it tastes much better."
When Jian Anning saw the smile at the corner of his mouth, how could she not know he was doing it on purpose?
This guy, when did he learn this trick?
Especially when she felt embarrassed and was about to get up, Yu Zexiao decisively reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, firmly keeping her by his side.
