She was frustrated: "Stop joking around, I'm asking how effective it was!"
"Oh, you're talking about effectiveness." He suddenly smiled teasingly, "Nothing beats a personal trial. Try it yourself and you will know."
Try it herself? She blinked, not quite understanding, when she suddenly felt a tightness around her waist and found herself pulled into a broad embrace.
The next instant, he kissed her lips gently yet firmly.
Before Changtian ended the kiss, she finally tasted the flavor of the spiritual dew condensed by the Moonlight Cup. It was refreshing and faintly sweet with a hint of honey.
He lifted an eyebrow, eagerly asking: "What flavor is it, hmm?"
"Soft," she mumbled hazily. Well, what she actually meant to say was... sweet.
He was dissatisfied: "Wrong answer. Want to try it again?" He sounded like the street vendors who often say, "Not sweet? Try it again."
