After paying the bill, Chen Cang tricked Qin Yue into using the bathroom and ran a kilometer to buy her favorite fruit milk tea.
Cool, sour, and sweet.
Qin Yue's eyes sparkled with laughter, her laughter filled with love.
"No more Yi Fang after this, it's too expensive!" Qin Yue whispered.
Chen Cang smiled slightly, "From now on, I'll buy you whatever you want to drink."
A simple phrase touched Qin Yue deeply.
Looking at Chen Cang's sweaty face, Qin Yue suddenly felt very happy.
At this moment, Qin Yue thought, even if Chen Cang had no house and no car, as long as he was willing to buy her a milk tea, she would be willing to marry him, even if it meant working hard to earn money herself.
With this in mind, Qin Yue picked up the straw, and, placing her right index finger against the flat end of the straw, she gently pierced the milk tea lid, without spilling a drop.
This was her second technique perfected to the "drinking milk tea" level.