Song Qingchun walked into the room and placed the coffee on an empty space on the table obediently.
The moment she put the coffee cup down, Su Zhinian's hand reached for it and picked it up. Song Qingchun had intended to leave and let the whole thing play out on its own, but when she saw Su Zhinian's action, she stopped as if frozen.
She stared directly at the cup that moved closer and closer to Su Zhinian's lips, and she started to snicker internally.
However, just as the cup was going to reach the man's lips, he stopped.
Su Zhinian raised his originally lowered eyes to meet Song Qingchun's gaze. He noticed her eyes that were glued to the coffee cup in his hand. His gaze studied her face and moved the cup away from his lips. Even though he knew the truth, he asked purposely, "Do you want a sip?"
