Gu Zhihan took another sip of water before putting down the bottle, and said softly, "It doesn't matter...I'm someone who has even drunk your saliva."
So why would he mind drinking her leftover water?
Luo Mengmeng's fair cheeks instantly blushed, "Ah, stop it, annoying!"
"Crap! So cheesy!!!"
Tong Mo, seeing how mushy they were being, couldn't help but make an exaggerated "vomit" gesture, "What to do, I'm about to throw up last night's dinner."
"You!" Luo Mengmeng was infuriated.
Gu Zhihan, ever so sharp-tongued, coldly glared at the constantly 'vomiting' Tong Mo: "If you can still vomit yesterday's dinner, that means there's a serious issue with your stomach. Find some time to get it checked at the hospital."
Mengmeng quickly chimed in, "Right! Exactly! If you're sick, you must get treated, Chun Mo, don't hide it."
"Screw you!" Tong Mo, utterly defeated, rolled her eyes and walked away, ignoring them both from then on.
