As soon as Leng Qianqian said this, Lin Huayin's body shook on the spot, her anger suppressing the shyness in her heart, "Nonsense! How could I possibly mind such a thing?"
"I didn't expect that after so many years, Third Senior Sister, you still can't change your habit of being stubborn," Leng Qianqian wasn't about to indulge Lin Huayin, seeing through and pointing out the truth.
Always bringing up what should be left alone, particularly picking on the sore spots.
"Well, if you really do care, I can also let you take a sip, get a feel for what an indirect kiss with Wei is like." Now that Leng Qianqian had the upper hand, she wanted to seize the opportunity.
She held out the coffee cup that was still more than half full, offering it to Lin Huayin.
Lin Huayin didn't immediately and decisively refuse, as Leng Qianqian had imagined she would.
Instead, she stared at the coffee cup, frozen for two seconds.