Fan Sirui took the lead in blowing his whistle, adding a peculiar liveliness to the training room corridor.
From the first day he joined the group and gave his self-introduction, Yin Tianzhao had made his motives clear.
Amidst the catcalls, Yang Yuran remained calm as she took the fruit tea from Yin Tianzhao, opened the lid to take a sip, closed it, and reinserted the straw without changing its position, before giving her verdict.
"The mango flavor is a bit too sweet for me, I still prefer passion fruit," she said.
She sidled past Yin Tianzhao on his right and approached He Qian, offering him the fruit tea.
Her gaze unflinchingly fixed on the black matte cup He Qian had sipped from, she said in a soft voice, "How about we swap? Would that be okay?"
Her voice, as alluring as a jar brimming with honey, softened and numbed the senses, intoxicating and compelling one to dive in, even knowing it might cost their life, they couldn't resist it.
