"There are still a few under Yuezhi's chair, right? If you want, I can get them for you." Lin Li answered casually, "By the way, do you want the fresh green ones, or the brown aged raisins?"
Zhou Baowei, Wang Yuezhi: "(;☉_☉)?"
Zhou Baowei: "Lin Li, are you a dog?"
"Can you stop spreading rumors, Lin Li! The area under my chair is very clean!" Wang Yuezhi felt Lin Li was out of bounds, angrily showing the area beneath his chair.
"So, do you still want it or not?" Lin Li impatiently asked Zhou Baowei.
Smacking his lips, Zhou Baowei tasted the undeniably raisin flavor still lingering in his mouth and nodded, "I do!"
Even if it's snot, he'd take it!
Remember that famous question?
Would you choose to eat chocolate that tastes like poop, or poop that tastes like chocolate?
If Zhou Baowei were asked to answer.
He would proudly say his answer—depends on the situation, and whether the poop-tasting chocolate can fill him up. If not, he'd settle for chocolate that tastes like poop!
