“I made you…something,” minghao said, half muttering as he placed a mug with a frog engraving on your desk, fiddling with the seams of his jacket as he sat on a chair which directly faced you, you examined the mug before the tips of your mouth began to curve upwards as you looked back to face him with a glimmering expression.

He scratched his neck, “i already have a lot of mugs at home so here’s one for you,” he continued.