C955 Borrowing a Knife to Kill Someone

Seeing that she had arrived, he passed the fruit juice in his hand over. It didn't look as cold as the wine at the side, but it was warm. It could be seen that he had been holding it for quite some time.

"I'm not that delicate."

Although she said that, her heart was as sweet as if it had been smeared with honey.

Hearing the hidden meaning behind her words