"If you can't drink it, then don't. Just have some hot water." Lan Ruowei, considering he was a patient, spoke very gently.
"I want to drink this."
Shen Yibei became mischievous, making her want to slap him.
"Then drink it."
Lan Ruowei pretended not to understand.
"Aren't you going to make it again for me?" Shen Yibei shouted, his lung capacity extraordinary.
"Fine."
Lan Ruowei gritted her teeth and went to make him another cup.
"Disgusting."
"Sour to death."
"Too sweet."
Lan Ruowei couldn't hold back anymore: "Shen Yibei, what exactly do you want?"
"Drink lemon honey water." Shen Yibei blinked innocently.
"I'm not making it anymore, drink it if you want, or leave it alone."
Lan Ruowei didn't want to pay attention to him, she turned and walked away.
"Hey, stop, Lan Ruowei, where are you going?" Shen Yibei shouted loudly, but Lan Ruowei paid him no mind.
Shen Yibei immediately flipped out of bed, grabbing Lan Ruowei's shoulder.
"Ouch."
