Hojo Shouko shook her head, still refusing to accept such an absurd claim.
In her understanding, lovers kiss out of mutual love, not to taste each other's saliva.
Saliva is just spit—colorless and tasteless unless one has bad breath.
"Aozawa-senpai, don't think you can fool me just because I lack experience; I still have theoretical knowledge."
Hojo Shouko said seriously, her hands cradling her milk tea. She lowered her head and took a sip with a GLUG-GLUG sound. The sweet milk tea melted the seriousness on her face.
A hint of sweetness appeared between her brows as well.
Aozawa did not continue the argument. He shrugged and said, "It's up to you. I don't mind. Let's go."
"Mm."
Hojo Shouko nodded obediently and followed him into the subway.
The subway in Shinjuku is always crowded, no matter where you're going.
Even though it wasn't rush hour at the moment, it was still hard to find a seat.
