Ji Chicheng had already scooped a spoonful of sugar over, without asking Ji Anning for her opinion, and directly put it into her cup, stirring it twice for her, "Try it again, and if you're still not used to it, you can add some creamer."
As he spoke, he retracted the spoon and stirred his own cup twice.
"Okay," Ji Anning smiled at Ji Chicheng with her lips pursed, and then brought the cup back to her lips, sipping a little.
Suddenly, she thought of something, and her movements abruptly halted.
'Do you think I would make coffee for others?'
She stared at the dark liquid in the cup, recalling Ji Chicheng's haughty remark, and her heartbeat suddenly changed.