I was lost in thought. I wasn't sure how I felt. I knew everything that had happened between Hendrix and Andrea, and I also knew how much Hendrix cared for Andrea. It was no different from a brother taking care of his younger sister.
However, after all that had happened, it was inevitable that my mood would be affected.
"What are you thinking about?" A low voice sounded in my ears. It was Hendrix. As he spoke, he took away my milk tea and drank it with the straw I had used.
It was not a big deal, for a husband and wife to do that. But we were in public, and with Andrea around, his actions seemed pretty deliberate.
"Goodness me, the both of you are so clingy. Can you consider the feelings of the outsiders that are in the same room as you two?" Naomi jokingly complained, her eyes filled with joy.
Linda looked at her and teased, "Is this your first time seeing them like this?"
The two of them smiled at each other meaningfully.
The smile on Andrea's face faded slightly, and she tightened her grip on the milk tea. I looked away
from her.
The one that slipped away would always be the one you'd want the most, forever. And maybe to Andrea, Hendrix was that person.
Hendrix put down the milk tea, still looking at me. "It tastes good, but it's indeed a little overwhelmingly sweet. It won't be good for your teeth. You can't drink it too often!"
I smacked my lips in disagreement, "I don't drink it very often. I only drink it occasionally. And like today I still have to share it with you!"
He laughed at my pert reply, "You'd feel so sad over just one sip of milk tea? It seems that I am no match for milk tea."
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