"It's okay."
"Then..." Zhou Fu looked at Chen Yuan, smiling, "let me have a taste."
"Sure, sure."
Both succulent grapes, what's so good about tasting.
Chen Yuan thought this but still handed it to her.
But Zhou Fu didn't take it. Instead, she leaned her face forward, hooked her hair behind her ear with one hand, and softly placed her lips on his straw, elegantly sipping the succulent grape.
From this angle, Chen Yuan could see Zhou Fu's slightly exposed white neck.
Kind of want to put his hand on it...
"It's quite good."
After taking a sip, Zhou Fu smiled and continued walking forward.
As for Chen Yuan, when he drank again, he felt the soft sweetness on the straw.
Just now, in the bubble tea shop, she had applied lipstick.
How is this different from kissing Zhou Fu?
There should still be a difference.
Stay tuned to my blog, I'll tell you at eight tonight if Zhou Fu's lips are good to kiss.
Indirect kissing, huh...
