Sweet and tasty.
There was a kind of water that was rare and precious.
Only those with great fortune would have a chance to drink it.
And Jiang Xu was that lucky one.
After quenching his thirst, Jiang Xu left Chu Youwei's room.
He had stayed there a bit too long.
He brushed his teeth, then knocked on Jiang Xiaoyan's room door.
"Come in, the door's not closed," came Jiang Xiaoyan's indifferent voice from inside.
Jiang Xu pushed the door open.
He saw Jiang Xiaoyan sitting in front of the computer playing a game.
She was wearing denim shorts and a tank top.
Her legs were crossed on the chair, a lollipop in her mouth, her fingers rapidly typing on the keyboard.
From afar, she looked like a spirited little sister.
With a defiant air of "I control my own fate."
"What are you playing?" Jiang Xu walked over and looked at the screen.
It turned out to be a game similar to "Dance Dance Revolution."
This was produced by Jiang Xiaoyan's own company.