Lin Chen looked at the cup in his hand, his face full of embarrassment.
No wonder this water tasted so sweet—it turned out it was flavored by a beauty's saliva.
"You!" Lan Xingyue glared at Lin Chen.
"Don't be so stingy. So what if I had a sip of your water? Here's the cup back." Lin Chen grinned.
"I don't want the cup you've used!" Lan Xingyue said angrily.
Long Yin, watching the two who seemed like fire and water at first meeting, shook his head helplessly and said, "I still have plenty of tea here. The two of you can drink from this."
"No need, this one's fine. Actually, there's a trendy term for this—it's called an indirect kiss, right?" Lin Chen chuckled.
"You!" Lan Xingyue shot to her feet, ready to tussle with him again.
Long Yin coughed, "Alright, you two, stop messing around. Time is tight—let's get to the main topic."
Lin Chen glanced at the fiery-eyed Lan Xingyue and nodded, "Miss Beauty, have a seat. Look at you getting all worked up."
