Because of too much force, the coffee pot in Chianti's hand tilted at an exaggerated angle, and a thick stream of dark liquid rushed out like a wild horse breaking free of its reins.
The hot coffee flowed like a small stream, half of it splashing over the rim of the cup and spreading wildly across the tabletop, forming a dark brown stain.
A few escaping drops even splashed onto Chianti's hand, causing her to instinctively pull her hand back with a frown, clearly feeling the pain.
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