"What is it like?" Nangong Yaoling asked with a mischievous smile.
Xia Xiaonuan: ...
Nangong Yaoling looked at the two cups of coffee and juice in front of him, reached out, and casually picked up Xia Xiaonuan's cup, intending to drink it.
Xia Xiaonuan quickly said, "Why are you drinking mine? Don't you have your own?"
Xia Xiaonuan used to have a similar taste to hers; she also liked coconut juice a lot!
Nangong Yaoling replied, "I just like drinking yours, how about it?"
When he spoke, his tone was extremely suggestive, and he deliberately licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, his gaze burning fiercely.
The implication couldn't be more obvious.
Xia Xiaonuan felt her body tremble. This man, is there nothing else in his mind besides that one thing?
Speechless, Xia Xiaonuan turned her face away: "If you love drinking it, then drink it. It just so happens I don't like coconut juice."
