After taking this sip, the facial features on Qiao Mei’s face became a little inoperable, and she was so sour that she subconsciously vomited it out.

But after seeing Ao Cang staring at her with a puzzled expression, he forced himself to swallow.

Even after swallowing, my face was still a little twitching from the soreness.

How the hell could this be so sour?!

Ao Cang felt that Qiao Mei's reaction was strange, so he poured himself a small glass in front of her and took a sip.

Compared with Qiao Mei's reaction after drinking, his reaction was much normal. It could even be said that there was no wave on his face, as if he had no sense of taste.

Qiao Mei shook her body, swallowed a few mouthfuls of sour saliva, and asked him uncertainly, did dragons have a slightly different sense of taste than humans?

"I'm not sure, but I can tell the difference between sweet and salty things."

I can only distinguish between sweet and salty, but not sour, bitter and spicy...

Qiao Mei once again swallowed the saliva that was stimulated by the sour lemonade, and turned on the optical brain to search.

【Do dragons have a sense of taste?】

The answer jumped out quickly, and it was clearly stated that Long could only clearly perceive sweet and salty tastes, and a little bit of bitterness. As for sour and spicy, he could not perceive them.

After reading the answer from Interstellar Encyclopedia, Qiao Mei turned it off expressionlessly and asked Ao Cang to wait.

"I suddenly felt that maybe this lemonade..."

Ao Cang interrupted her, the look of disappointment on his face was obvious.

He lowered his head, his silver hair covering half of his face, and pursed his mouth. He asked her in a muffled voice: "An'an, does it taste bad when I make it? Otherwise, how could you drink only such a small sip?

No more drinking?"

Qiao Mei: "......"

It was indeed very unpleasant to drink, but how could she say it?

If she said it, she was afraid of damaging his self-confidence.

She could only take a deep breath and take another big gulp in front of him, swallowing it before her facial features were twitching with acid again.

But even so, she still inevitably tasted the strong sour smell, which made her stomach hurt.

She forced herself to suppress the desire to twitch her facial expression, showed him a smile that was uglier than crying, and gave him a thumbs up against her will: "It tastes good, who says it doesn't taste good, that's me now

I’m not too thirsty and can’t drink any more. I’ll keep these for tomorrow and continue drinking them. I’ll rinse my mouth again. How about you go to bed first?”

Ao Cang was not a fool. Of course he saw her right eye twitching uncontrollably, looking very uncomfortable.

But he didn't expose her, but watched her go to the bathroom as if she was escaping. Then his eyes fell back on the drink that almost took up half a cup of lemon. He always felt that the lemonade he made must have some...

What's the problem?

But he couldn't drink it out, so after struggling for a while, he carried it to the sink on the balcony and poured it out completely.

And those lemons were poured into the trash can by him.

After Qiao Mei rinsed her mouth and felt that the extremely sour smell had been suppressed, she realized that Ao Cang had taken the empty cup and washed it in the sink at some point.

The sour lemonade that she was still a little scared of was also gone. She searched the bedroom and found that it seemed to have been poured by Ao Cang, and the mashed lemons had been poured into the trash can.
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She walked up to Ao Cang with a confused look on her face, her red eyes reflected his reflection with his head lowered as he carefully cleaned the cup like a housewife, and asked him confusedly: "Cang Cang, why did you pour the lemonade?

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"An'an." Ao Cang turned off the faucet, hung the cup upside down on the iron rack for drying and draining, then raised his eyes to look at her, with a complicated look in his eyes, "If it doesn't taste good, you can tell me directly.

, I made this for you just to make you happy."

Rather than the other way around, let her endure her discomfort and praise him against her will, hoping to make him happy.

Qiao Mei was confused: "How do you know..."

Halfway through her words, she realized that she had let it slip. After looking annoyed for a moment, she scratched her face and said, "I don't want to disappoint you. In fact, it's not that it tastes bad. It's just a little bit. That's it."

Lose acid."

The girl said, with a little space left between her thumb and index finger on her right hand, and she made a gesture.

Ao Cang didn't believe her. After wiping his still wet hands, he told her about the abnormality he noticed from her facial expression.

"If it really isn't bad to drink, why are you suppressing it so hard? An'an, don't lie to me. I don't like you lying to me."

Although he was discouraged that the things he made were not as good as promised, the fact that Qiao Mei lied to him made him even more uncomfortable.

When similar situations happened before, he didn't feel anything.

But as the relationship between him and her got better and better, he didn't know why, but he became extra concerned.

She even felt that by doing this, she was erecting an invisible barrier between him and her, but he didn't want that.

What he wants is to be connected to her without reservation, without anything separating them.

Qiao Mei listened to the words in her ears, although the voice was still gentle, but a bit tough, and she vaguely felt that Ao Cang was angry.

This made her a little confused about what to say.

Strictly speaking, she was clearly the "victim", but he was the one who was angry now.

She stroked her forehead, sighed softly, and hugged the Dragon God, who looked awkward and pursed his thin lips into a straight line. He didn't want to make eye contact with her, and patted his back as if coaxing a child.

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"I was wrong, I was wrong. I shouldn't have lied to you. I also promise you that I won't lie to you in the future either. Cangcang should be relieved soon. That lemon soda is indeed very unpleasant to drink and sour. But in fact, compared to its

Taste, I think your feelings are the most important, so you don’t have to be too disappointed.”

"Besides, there is a first time for everything. Next time, next time you want to do it, I will stand next to you and teach you, and I will make sure that there will be no problem with the taste of what you make!!"

Ao Cang seemed to be shaken, and his big hand that had been motionless finally started to move.

He hugged her back, and under the soft light, he looked at her with her whole heart and eyes focused on him, and she desperately wanted to calm him down. Only then did he realize with hindsight that she might have misunderstood something.<

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"An'an, I'm not angry, I'm just expressing my thoughts to you." The Dragon God bent down and pressed his forehead lightly against hers, with a guilty look in his golden eyes.

When he was a dragon god who only collected the power of wishes, he basically had no contact with believers, so how could he get angry, and how could he know what he looked like when he was angry.

After puckering her lips in self-reproach, she asked Qiao Mei if the way he looked just now was very annoying.

"No, I like everything about you, how could I find you annoying?" Qiao Mei said, because the remaining power of the lemon soda before was too strong, she unconsciously swallowed another mouthful of saliva.
Chapter completed!