Xie Xiao looked at the straw that was extended in front of his eyes.
The milk tea cup was quite large, and those slender, pale hands held the cup, gently delivering it to his lips.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed to tremble slightly.
Xie Xiao thought she must be nervous, because he felt a bit nervous too.
Luo Yanran seemed to be looking at him, but her gaze was always somewhat evasive.
In the bustling night market, this scene in the corner actually didn't attract much attention.
Yet, both of them felt inexplicably nervous.
Perhaps because Xie Xiao had not moved for too long, Luo Yanran's puzzled gaze fell on his face, "Aren't you going to drink?"
"I will," Xie Xiao said without thinking.
Then he opened his mouth and took a big sip of milk tea, nearly choking on it.
The sound of coughing drew the attention of Lin Yu and the others in front, who turned to look.
Xie Xiao waved his hand, indicating he was fine, just choked on the milk tea.
