"But..." Chen Yiran hesitated for a moment, looking at Tianxin and pronounced each word clearly, "I don't really like the taste of this milk tea. Since you enjoy it, you might as well have it all."
"No!" Tianxin refused without a second thought.
"??" Chen Yiran looked at her with a full face of confusion.
"Hahaha... Well... The flavor of this milk tea has to be savored slowly to appreciate its charm!" Tianxin, with some determination, persuaded Chen Yiran: "If you don't believe me, take another sip, really, just one small sip, and you'll fall in love with it!"
As she spoke, she demonstrated by taking another sip of the milk tea herself.
Oh no!!
This second sip is simply unbearable!!
Tianxin started to suspect whether the manager of the milk tea shop had mixed up the ingredients – could they have possibly used dish soap instead of milk!?
