C200 Intentional

After standing there for a while, beads of sweat started to form on Muxiangwan's forehead.

Muxiangwan thought that she was going to say something, but she just picked up the coffee cup and slowly savored it without saying a word.

Muxiangwan could only smile and persevere.

Seeing Muxiangwan's slightly swaying body and the sweat on her forehead, Liaofuren was happy