Lu Huaiyu paused for a moment before he straightened his body and chuckled. "Your classmate is really interesting."
For whatever reason, even with him moving away, the strange pressure remained.
Ning Li turned her phone off and looked down.
"Xiaochen likes sweet stuff."
With the cup of coffee in his hand, Lu Huaiyu said with a frivolous tone, "Well, that ice cream seems nice."
Ning Li looked at him in surprise. As far as she knew, he disliked sweet stuff, even ice cream from a grocery store.
"How does your cup taste?" she asked.
Lu Huaiyu nodded. "It's alright."
Or rather, it was a perfect cup of coffee.
He was extremely picky with his coffee, be it the sweetness, the bitterness, or the aroma. There were only a few who could get his taste right.
However, Ning Li's coffee ticked all the boxes for him, and it was perfect.
