C183 Throw a shampoo

"En, theoretically, yes. But I want you to accompany me for a meal now. It can't be that you're not giving me face either, right?" She giggled naturally.

"Of course not. It's my honor." She gave me a wry smile as I spoke.

"En, I've ordered a cup of Caff's Mocha Mocha, it should suit your taste."

"I don't care, I'm not too picky." As I said this