C161 Wu Xuanhuang

The man kept smiling at the little girl. He stirred the milk tea slowly with a spoon and took out a glass bottle about three centimeters long from his pocket. The dark purple liquid in the glass was the same as the purple liquid.

The man opened the bottle. Suddenly, the small milk tea shop was filled with the fragrance of cinnamon.

"Is it osmanthus? It smells good