"You can't waste it, you know? Wasting is shameful," Su Yinhe said with a gentle smile.
Lin Murong looked at Su Yinhe, then at the taro bubble milk tea in his hand, feeling utterly trapped.
"But... it's a bit too sweet."
It seemed... he probably... couldn't finish it.
Would he be beaten to death?
Lin Murong silently picked up a helmet from the side and put it on.
Su Yinhe: "???"
Su Yinhe was flabbergasted.
No, where did this helmet come from?
"That helmet of yours..."
"Looks good, right? It's bash-resistant." Lin Murong tapped the helmet he was wearing.
Su Yinhe: "..."
Su Yinhe didn't want to pursue the matter of the helmet. What she cared about was...
"Drink up. Finish it in front of me, OK?"
"No, no, no, I can't do it. Galaxy, please let me off," Lin Murong said with a pleading expression, cradling his head in his hands.
"You made it yourself, so you must finish it." Su Yinhe took out a toy kitchen knife.
