The tea was boiling hot, but Shen Fanxing didn't hesitate as she grabbed Shen Qianrou's chin to pour the tea into her mouth.
"Ahhh—"
She felt a sharp pain on her delicate lips. Shen Qianrou opened her mouth to drink the tea.
After pain assailed her tongue, it became numb.
She finished the cup of tea in one go.
It happened in an instant.
By the time Su Heng managed to react, Shen Fanxing had already put the cup away.
This was supposed to be rough, but she felt that the whole process was rather graceful. With their backs to the window and their silhouettes reflected, it looked as though she was feeding her friend.
She turned her head calmly and smiled lightly. Gently she asked, "Do you want more?"
She lifted the teapot and placed it on the edge of the table. "There's still a lot of tea. If it's not enough, I can get the waiter to fill it up."
