C20 If the Enemy Doesn't Move I Won't Move!

"Hey, what would you like to drink? It's on me."

Yang Mo's slender fingers tapped lightly on the counter as she pondered the menu. "Hmm... I don't really feel like drinking anything. I had plenty at the karaoke... How about a chocolate sundae?"

"Sure," the owner replied.

Xia Shirann frowned. "No way, that's too cold for you