The Little Witch Su Meimei walked out of the kitchen with a gleeful expression, carrying a cup to Wu Jiecao, and blinked her eyes, "I made this specially for you, so don't waste it; or else I might be very angry."
Listening to the sweet voice and recalling Su Meimei's flirtatious wink, Wu Jiecao felt as happy as a blooming flower, beaming as he took the cup. "Miss Meimei, don't worry, I'll definitely drink every bit of this colorful juice."
Su Meimei asked, "You're not lying, are you?"
Wu Jiecao patted his chest in assurance, "Of course not. How could someone as honest as me lie?"
"Then pinky swear." Su Meimei proactively extended her pinky finger.
"Alright."
Wu Jiecao eagerly extended his hand.
To normal people, this gesture is a promise; to a lecher, it's an opportunity. The reason Wu Jiecao was so impatient was entirely because he wanted to take advantage. Su Meimei's small hand was immensely smooth and tender.
