Although she said this, Lily Davis did not hesitate to take the milk tea from the boy's hands and hold it in the palm of her hand.
The boy's face was beaming with pure innocence, his cheeks slightly reddened to complete the image of unripe youth. However, deep in his eyes lay undisguised disgust and resistance. He spoke slowly, "I'm sorry, Sister Lily, my manager watches me closely, and I only managed to buy this. If you don't like it... if you don't like it, I can buy something else."
Louis Snyder's lips were tightly pursed as he looked extremely nervous, reaching out to take back the milk tea from Lily's hands.
Lily quickly stepped aside to avoid him and objected, "That won't do, since you gave it to me, it's mine now; how can you just take it back at will?"
"Then... I..."
The boy, evidently not used to this kind of situation, became completely flustered.
