However, regardless of whether Qian Yikun had become smarter, Mo Fei was already in the mood to compete with him. She exerted force on her wrist and used her right hand to lift the cup from below. However, before she touched the cup.., qian Yikun used his left hand to block her right hand.
Mo Fei was furious and grabbed his left hand. Qian Yikun quickly dodged and reached out to grab her right wrist. Mo Fei resisted, but not a single drop of milk spilled out.
The two fought for a few rounds. Mo Fei's hands were clipped behind her back by Qian Yikun, and she held the glass to his lips.
"It's just a glass of milk. Can't it taste good?"Qian Yikun said as he took the glass of milk and gulped it down. Then, he leaned over and pressed it against her lips.
Mo Fei:"..."
Officer Qian, it's just a glass of milk. You're really amazing.
