Su Yinhe's originally flawless face cracked, "Lin Murong, you big idiot, get out."
Lin Murong glanced at Su Yinhe, then at the taro bubble milk tea in his hand, momentarily unable to advance or retreat.
"But...," it was a bit too sweet.
It seemed... maybe... he couldn't finish it.
Would he be killed?
Lin Murong silently picked up a helmet from the side and put it on.
Su Yinhe: "???"
Su Yinhe was dumbfounded.
Wait, where did this helmet come from?
"Your helmet..."
"It's nice, isn't it? Good for taking a beating." Lin Murong tapped the helmet he was wearing.
Su Yinhe: "..."
Su Yinhe didn't want to pursue that; what she cared about was...
"Drink up. Finish it in front of me, OK?"
"No, no, no, I can't. Galaxy, spare me." Lin Murong hugged his head, looking pitiful.
"You made it, you must finish it." Su Yinhe pulled out a toy kitchen knife.
Though a toy, it was about the size of a normal kitchen knife, with red stains on it.
Lin Murong: "..."
