The newly opened milk tea shop wasn't crowded, and the small shop was still filled with the sweet aroma of milk tea.
Mo Qi sat opposite Li Qiao, cradling a cup of milk tea in one hand, hesitant to speak.
At that moment, Li Qiao gazed at the succulent plants on the windowsill, her slightly tilted head outlining the perfect curve of her neck.
Mo Qi stared at her, his fingertips curled, his gaze somewhat infatuated.
"Do you have something you want to say to me?" As she spoke, Li Qiao looked towards Mo Qi with an attitude that was neither cold nor warm.
Caught off guard by her direct gaze, Mo Qi turned away in a panic and took a sip of milk tea, trying to cover up his embarrassment at being caught off guard.
The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds before Mo Qi gathered his emotions and looked up again, "Xiao Li, why do you insist on becoming an embalmer?"
Li Qiao looked at Mo Qi, her nails lightly scratching the table, and she answered concisely, "Interest."
