Jiaojiao felt she was so clever. Seeing Duan Xi was quiet, she moved her cup closer, holding his hand to pour sour plum juice into her cup.
Duan Xi glanced at the cups touching together, his eyes flickered slightly.
Jiaojiao didn't overdo it, poured only a small half cup, then lightly clinked her cup with Duan Xi's and said endearingly, "Brother Xi, happy birthday!" She spoke eagerly and immediately downed the sour plum juice in her cup.
Duan Xi, on the other hand, watched Jiaojiao drinking her sour plum juice, then looked at the lipstick mark she left on his cup, and drank the remaining sour plum juice from the spot she sipped.
When his thin lips touched the lipstick mark, Duan Xi smelled a familiar plant fragrance, indeed as he thought, fragrant and sweet.
As he put his cup down, his fair and handsome face seemed to have a hint of redness.
