Watching Rong Qian's near flight from the door, Qin Yuji eyed Chi Jingxuan suspiciously, "What did you do to him?"
Chi Jingxuan gave a silent laugh. "What do you think I could have done to him?"
Glancing at the closed door and then at Chi Jingxuan, Qin Yuji shrugged her shoulders, sipped her coffee, and turned around to busy herself.
Looking at the cup of coffee exuding a faint aroma, Chi Jingxuan glared at it irritably for a long while before he couldn't bear to waste Qin Yuji's efforts in bringing it and took a sip.
The familiar taste, richer in aroma than in bitterness, now seemed as if it were tainted with the bitterness of coptis. Chi Jingxuan only took a few sips before setting it aside.
Turning back to Qin Yuji, he saw her sipping hers with apparent enjoyment. Chi Jingxuan stood up, went over, and swapped their coffees, "Mine doesn't taste good, let's trade…"
She took a skeptical sip from his cup, Qin Yuji looked puzzled.
It was clearly the same taste.
