He placed her on the washbasin and directly put his fingers into her mouth.
"Uh..." Her throat was stimulated by his fingers, and Xu Xia felt nauseous, immediately pushing him away, "Are you crazy?!"
"Stop talking, spit out the juice right now," Leng Zirui frowned tightly, "Hurry up!"
"It's just a glass of your juice, do you really have to make such a fuss." Xu Xia rolled her eyes.
"You..." Leng Zirui raised his hand to pinch her chin, "Hurry up, that juice can't be drunk."
"What's wrong with it?" Xu Xia looked indifferent.
Leng Zirui was too lazy to argue with her, he just pressed her head down by embracing her neck, and his fingers went into her mouth once more, helping to stimulate her throat.
Xu Xia couldn't resist him, felt nauseous, and couldn't help but vomit.
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Third floor.
Luo Ke carefully placed the plate with snacks on Luo Xiaoqian's feet, "These look like cookies you made, right?"
