"Okay, I won't touch it." Chu Yang smiled and walked out.

Xiao Li made a face at his back and continued reading.

After a while, she wondered why Li Qingshu hadn't returned yet, and then she heard some noise outside.

She lost interest in reading and wondered if the two of them were secretly doing something bad behind her back.

"That bastard, he didn't touch me, but went to touch her, right? That's definitely it!"

"I knew it, you definitely like her more than you like me..."

"If that's the case, I really won't talk to you anymore!"

"If I leave here tomorrow, I'll cut all ties with you!"

"..."

Just as I was lost in thought, I suddenly saw Shu'er walk in and put a cup of milk tea on the coffee table.

"Here you go, this is what I made."

"Huh?" Xiaoli was taken aback, sat up straight, removed the soy milk from her chest, and picked up the milk tea: "This is...you made it?"

“Mmm,” Shu’er nodded, “It’s still the same flavor, extra large.”

"Were you making milk tea outside the whole time?" Xiao Li asked again.

“Yes, I had my roommate bring over the ingredients. Try it,” Shu’er said.

Little Pear inserted a straw, took a big gulp, and the next second, her eyes curved into crescent moons.

The sun shines on the incense burner, creating purple smoke; a sip of milk tea makes one feel like an immortal.

This is exactly the taste! And you can taste the pearls in the very first sip.

She chewed and swallowed it with relish.

"……Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Shu'er took a book and sat down opposite.

Just then, Chu Yang finished his work and came in. Seeing Xiao Li drinking milk tea, he asked, "Sister Xiao Yang brought milk tea again?"

“Yes…” Xiaoli bit her lip, put down her milk tea cup, picked up a cup containing soy milk, and handed it to Shuer: “Take a sip, and we’ll be best friends.”