After Luo Qianqian returned to the dormitory, she didn't say much, but smiled, set down the milk tea and rice, and said to Qin Nuan, "Eat up quickly; you look spicy." She thoughtfully inserted a straw into the milk tea and handed it to her.
Cong Rong casually took a cup of milk tea, looked at it, and then laughed, "You two will definitely end up drinking your favorite flavors."
Luo Qianqian looked puzzled, only to realize the four cups they had bought were of two flavors, each being her and Qin Nuan's favorite. Overwhelmed with emotion, she said, "Why isn't Second Brother Qin my brother? Can I exchange him for Luo Yanran?"
"...I'd give you away for free." Qin Nuan rolled her eyes, embraced her milk tea, and took several vigorous sips, satisfaction written all over her face, "Ah, having delicious food and drink is just blissful."
"Nuannuan," Cong Rong suddenly frowned, "Qianqian's favorite isn't blueberry flavor, right?"
