"Hmm?"
When she came to her senses, He Xue pulled her hand back from Fang Qiu. Her face darkened in anger and she was about to lose her temper.
At this moment, Fang Qiu spoke first, "You're suffering from infertility."
"You bastard!" He Xue flew into a rage. She picked up the half cup of coffee on the table in front of her and splashed it directly at Fang Qiu's face.
"Whoosh."
Fang Qiu moved and shifted to the seat next to him in an instant, dodging the coffee successfully. Then he quickly reached out and took out tissues from the box on the table to wipe off the coffee splashes on the seat.
He Xue was stunned when she saw this.
He was clearly right in front of her. When she threw the coffee, he had not moved yet. How could he change his position when the coffee splattered?
"You're
