Chapter 78 - Cherry's Milk Tea Kiss

Although I didn't answer Damon's request for reconciliation, the atmosphere between us was much better because of that hug.
He took me to the hospital, and after the doctor stitched me up, I was admitted for observation.
The next day, the professor and Yura came to visit me in the hospital when they learned of my injury.
Yura whined in my ear about Damon's irresponsibility, "It's such a short stretch, and he actually got you hurt!"
Just then, Damon entered the ward, knocked on the door and said unpleasantly, "Well, visiting hours are over, you're disturbing her rest."
The professor raised an eyebrow and finally left with a chattering Yura.
Damon came over and tossed me a packet.
　　I held the warm package in my hand, wondering what it was and curious to open it.
　　He pulled over a chair and sat backwards in it, holding his chin and looking at me more seriously.
　　"I'm not noisy, and I'm sure you don't think I'm bothering you, do you?" Damon's trademark bad smile reappeared on his face.
　　I was blocked by his remark and could not think of any retort for a while, so I could only let him stay in the ward.
　　And I didn't know what to say to him, I could only look awkwardly at the package Damon threw at me in my hand and speculate in my mind what the hell it was.
　　"Aren't you going to open it and take a look?" Damon, who had been staring at me for a long time, suddenly spoke.
　　"Ah, what?" I had just been lost in thought, and Damon's sudden question really startled me.
　　Damon pointed to the package in my hand, and I realized he was telling me to open this package.
　　After getting Damon's approval, I was relieved to unwrap it.
　　After unpacking the three-layer bag, I found a cup of warm milk tea inside.
　　I looked at Damon in amazement and couldn't help but be a little moved by the fact that it was a very ordinary cup of jasmine milk tea, but one that I would definitely buy every time I went to school for class.
　　The light floral aroma with the rich milk brings a combination of mellowness and freshness, and I like the taste.
　　And what touched me was that Damon knew that this was my favorite drink.
　　"Is this for me?" As soon as I asked this, I regretted it and bowed my head in a breathless manner, embarrassed to look at Damon.
　　"Heh, of course it's for you, try it." Damon's softly laughing voice sounded, making me even more shy and bury my head even deeper.
　　But I couldn't resist the temptation brought to me by the milk tea, so I quickly inserted the straw and took a sip.
　　Feeling the two flavors meet and blend in my mouth and finally slide into my throat with a smooth sensation.
　　If I wasn't only able to lie in bed, I think I would have danced by now.
　　Damon noticed my expression, which was surprisingly doting, and I just stole a glance at him before hastily withdrawing my gaze.
　　"Is it really that good?" Damon asked out loud.
　　I wanted to shake my head, but after some hesitation, I nodded, "At least I think it's delicious."
　　Damon has been living in the upper class circle since he was a child, so he must have tried all kinds of delicacies, and will not necessarily like this ordinary and simple drink, but I really like the taste, and finally chose to express my feelings.
　　Damon stood up and jerked up to my face, I was so startled I leaned back.
　　A bad smile appeared on the corner of Damon's lips as he reached out and gently held my waist, steadying my body, then used my straw and took a sip of milk tea.
　　His eyes were slightly narrowed and his expression seemed to be tasting this milk tea.
　　I watched his expression, his eyebrows knitted together, then stretched, my mood was like a roller coaster ride, just lifting up and then suddenly landing, and finally, as Damon's throat knot rolled, finally swallowed, I also followed unconsciously gulped.
　　Seeing Damon's eyes open, I hastily turned my head to the other side again.
　　Damon seemed to notice that I had just been staring at him, and the smile on his lips remained wide.
　　"It does taste pretty good, but ......" Damon nodded and didn't criticize the taste, which made me feel surprised and more curious about what he wanted to say.
　　"But what?" I asked curiously.
　　"But not sweet enough, I think that would taste sweet enough." Damon said as he stared into my eyes.
　　His pupils were like magic, just a glance made me can't take my eyes away.
　　Damon took advantage of this opportunity to take a sip of milk tea, a mouthful of kisses on my mouth, I did not have the slightest defense, did not avoid his sudden attack attack, only able to passively cater.
　　At first, I tried to struggle, but Damon wrapped his arms around me, not giving me any room to escape.
　　I felt the rich taste in my lips, also seeped with Damon's exclusive flavor, which made me a little breathless.
　　There was also quite a bit of milk tea running down the corner of my mouth, down my throat, and into my collar.