"I just had dinner, actually I'm not really in the mood for a drink."
But Jiang Shuyao still reached out her hand to take it. If she showed even the slightest hint of refusal, there's no doubt that this cup of milk tea might very well be resting in peace in the trash can the next second.
She held the milk tea in her hands and after saying thank you to him, there was silence.
Then, out of the blue, she saw a certain someone lazily smile and ask her, "Cold hands?"
The girl shook her head without betraying any emotion, not falling for his trap.
In reality, the moment Pei Yan asked that question, he had no intention of caring about her response.
He reached out his long arm to pull the girl closer, pried her hands away from the milk tea, and forcibly placed them inside the lining of his trench coat.
That's right, the everlasting trench coat hater, Boss Pei.