Qiao Yuran's face instantly turned red.
"It's really not bad. This milk-flavored coconut taste is very strong, and it has a blissful feeling! I can't even bear to drink it!"
Chang Yuan looked at the shy Qiao Yuran and could not help but laugh.
Suddenly, Qiao Yuran raised her head abruptly. As if she had mustered up her courage, she widened her eyes at Chang Yuan and said seriously, "Brother Chang Yuan, can i..."
Halfway through her words, she was castrated again.
Chang Yuan smiled and gently patted Qiao Yuran's head. He smiled with relief. "It's fine. Speak. As long as it's not too much, I'll agree to it!"
"Who asked you to be the youngest here!"
"Besides, I've already eaten the coconut you gave me. What else do you have to be embarrassed about?"
With that, Qiao Yuran finally regained her courage, as if she had gained confidence from Chang Yuan's words.