Could Be Sour Anytime and Anywhere

The couple looked at each other for a while before the man entered the room.

Jiang Tingxu pursed her lips, closed the door, and turned around.

At this moment, the man was looking at everything in the room, whether it was his eyes or his expression, showed nothing but disgust.

"Why are you staying here?" He even asked in repulsion.

Oh, what else could it be?

"The organizer arranged it."

The man did not say anything to express his revulsion. He sat on the chair at the side, opened the bottle of mineral water on the table and drank it.

When Jiang Tingxu saw, she was a little flustered:

"Mo Boyuan, that's... I drank it before."

Wasn't he a germaphobe?

The man gulped down a few mouthfuls. Rushing over with fatigue, his throat was so dry that it was almost smoking.

Sure enough, after a few mouthfuls, he immediately felt much better.

"So what if you drank it? I've eaten too little of your saliva?"