Su Xingyu suddenly stood up and threw the coffee in her hand onto him.
The cappuccino specially made for her emitted a sweet, milky fragrance, spilling all over the boy's body and face. The thick cream mixed with silk-like brown liquid slid down his fair skin and shirt, spreading everywhere on the expensive woolen leather sofa beneath him.
The coffee was very hot, and red marks appeared on his skin.
But this fearsome "assassin" only quietly watched his sister, his lips pressed slightly together like pale cherry blossom petals, lost in thought.
Su Xingyu stared at the face identical to her own, her chest heaving, unable to speak a word.
After a long while, she tossed the empty coffee cup to the floor and left her brother's apartment.
The frail boy sat motionless in the mess, for a long time, before gently placing the American coffee in his hand onto the glass coffee table, standing up, and walking into the bedroom.
