The man shamelessly said these words.
Gu Xiaoer pushed away the shameless man with force and glared at him fiercely, as if to say, "Make tea my foot!"
However, Han Luoli innocently shifted his gaze to the steaming cup of tea, and said leisurely, "I don't feel like having tea now..."
Huh?
Why doesn't he want it again? But he must have it!
Gu Xiaoer's face changed instantly, she quickly grabbed the cup like a sycophant, and offered it to the man with a smile, "Baby made this tea with her own hands, it's so fragrant, try it!"
The more she said, the more it seemed like she was protesting too much.
Han Luoli wrinkled his nose. "Baby," the bitterness is so strong, do you think I can't smell it?
Yet, he cooperated and took the cup, pretending to nod, "Hmm, it's good."
