Mo Shangjun shoved the remaining milk tea into Ding Jing's hand.
Ding Jing bit the straw and took a sip with annoyance. Realizing it was cold, she intended to cool down a bit, but unexpectedly, one big gulp brought an icy chill straight to her core, as if her entire insides were frozen, sending a shiver up her spine.
Ding Jing felt even more aggravated.
"Drink slower."
Jian Shaoning, who had been watching, instinctively advised.
But even he was taken aback when he spoke.
Ding Jing and Mo Shangjun paused as well.
The air grew tense.
To break the awkwardness, Mo Shangjun cleared her throat and asked, "Want to eat together?"
It was just a polite remark.
Mo Shangjun didn't take it seriously herself.
Unexpectedly, Jian Shaoning, after giving Ding Jing a thoughtful glance, nodded and said, "Alright."
Mo Shangjun: "..."
Ding Jing: "..."
This is not right.
If they don't fight upon meeting, that's already a good outcome. Now, they're going to 'sit and eat together'?
